Far and wide as the eye can wander
Peat and moor are everywhere
Not a bird flies out to greet us
Trees are standing gaunt and bare
We are the peat bog soldiers
We're 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 short death facing
Guns and barbed wire guard our view
We are the peat bog soldiers
We're marching with our spades to the moor
But for us there is no complaining
Winter will in time be past
Then once more we can stand rejoicing
Homeland, dear, you're mine at last
We are the peat bog soldiers
We're marching with our spades to the moor
We are the peat bog soldiers
We're marching with our spades to the moor
