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!
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