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

We are the peat bog soldiers
Marching with our spades to the moor
We are the peat bog soldiers
Marching with our spades to the moor
Up and down the guards are marching
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
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
One day we shall rise rejoicing
Homeland, dear, you're mine at last

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