Peat Bog Soldiers

Traditional. Arrangement The Black Family

Far and wide as the eye can wander
Peat and bog are everywhere
Not a bird sings out to cheer us
Oaks are standing gaunt and bare


We are the peatbog 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


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

Then will the peatbog soldiers
March no more with their spades
To the moor

Can be found on the album Time For Touching Home