Peat Bog Soldiers - The Dubliners

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

Chorus:

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 greet our view

Chorus

But for us there is no complaining

Winter will in time be past.

One day we will cry rejoicing

«Homeland dear, you’re mine at last'

Then will the peatbog soldiers

March no more with their spades

To the moor.