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