Verse: 1
Em
Far and wide as the eye can wander,
Am Em D Em
Heath and bog are every where.
G
Not a bird sings out to cheer us.
A Em D Em
Oaks are standing gaunt and bare.
D G D
We are the peat bog soldiers,
Em D Em
Marching with our spades to the moor.
D G D
We are the peat bog soldiers,
Em D Em
Marching with our spades to the moor.
Verse: 2
Em
Up and down the guards are marching,
Am Em D Em
No one, no one can get through.
G
Flight would mean a sure death facing,
Am Em D Em
Guns and barbed wire block our view.
D G D
We are the peat bog soldiers,
Em D Em
Marching with our spades to the moor.
D G D
We are the peat bog soldiers,
Em D Em
Marching with our spades to the moor.
Verse: 3
Em
But for us there is no complaining,
Am Em D Em
Winter will in time be past.
G
One day we shall rise rejoicing.
Am Em D Em
Homeland, dear, you're mine at last.
D G D
Then will the peatbog soldiers
Em D Em
March no more with their spades to the moor.
D G D
Then will the peatbog soldiers
Em D Em
March no more with their spades to the moor.