Far and wide as the eye can wander Peat and moor are everywhere Not a bird flies out to greet us Trees are standing gaunt and bare We are the peat bog 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 peat bog 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 peat bog soldiers We're marching with our spades to the moor We are the peat bog soldiers We're marching with our spades to the moor