Peat Bog Soldiers
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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; We’re marching with our spades To the bog.
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.
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But for us there is no complaining, Winter will in time be past; One day we shall cry rejoicing: Homeland dear, you’re mine at last.
Chorus:
Then will the peat bog soldiers March no more with their spades To the bog.
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