Letras
Far and wide as the eye can wander
Heath and moor are everywhere
Not a path lies out to greet us
Trees are standing blunt and bare
We are the peatbog 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 peatbog 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 peatbog soldiers
We're marching with our spades to the moor
We are the peatbog soldiers
We're marching with our spades to the moor