Far and wide as the eye can wander
Heath and moor are everywhere
Not a bird sings out to greet us
Trees are standing gaunt and bare

We are the peat bog soldiers
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 sure death facing
Guns and barbed wire block our view

We are the peat bog soldiers
Marching with our spades to the moor

But for us there is no complaining
Winter will in time be past
Then once more we will stand rejoicing
Homeland dear you're mine at last

No more the peat bog soldiers
Will march with our spades to the moor

Far and wide as the eye can wander
Heath and moor are everywhere
Not a bird sings out to greet us
Trees are standing gaunt and bare
We are the peat bog soldiers
Marching with our spades to the moor