Peat Bog Soldiers

Far and wide as the eye can wander
Heath and bog are everywhere
Not a bird sings out to cheer us
Oaks are standing gaunt and bare
Chorus:
We are the Peat Bog Soldiers
Marching with our spades
To the moor
Up and down the guards are pacing
No one, no one can get through
Flight would mean a sure death facing
Guns and barbed wire greet our view
Chorus
But for us there is no complaining
Winter will in time be past.
One day we will cry rejoicing
«Homeland dear, you’re mine at last'
Then will the peatbog soldiers
March no more with their spades
To the moor.