The Peat Bog Soldiers lyrics

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 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 is there is no complaining Winter will in time be past One day we shall cry rejoicing "Homeland, dear, you´re mine at last" We are the Peat Bog Soldiers We´re marching with our spades to the bog Then will the Peat Bog Soldiers March no more with the spades to the bog