Strophe:

a a

Far and wide as the eye can wander,

G F e a

Heath and bog are everywhere,

C C

Not a bird sings out to cheer us,

G F e a

Oaks are standing gaunt and bare.



Refrain:

C G

We are the peatbog soldiers

F e

We4re marching with our spades

G a

To the moor.



Strophe:

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.



Refrain:

Strophe:

But for us there is no complaining,

Winter will in time be past,

One day we shall cry rejoicing:

Homeland dear you4re mine at last!



Refrain: