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 bareChorus



We are the peatbog soldiers

We're marching with our spades

To the bog



Up and down the guards are pacing

No one, no one can go through

Flight would mean a sure death facing

Guns and barbed wire greet our view



But for us there is no complaining

Winter will in time be past

One day we shall cry rejoicing

"Homeland dear, you're mine at last!"Final Chorus



Then will the peatbog soldiers

March no more with spades

To the bog