The peat-bog soldiers
Am
1. Far and wide as
the eye can wander,
E Am
E Am
heath and bog are everywhere.
C
Not a bird sings out to cheer us,
E Am
E Am
oaks are standing gaunt and bare.
G
C G
We are the peat-bog soldiers,
Am E Am
marching with our spades to the moor.
Am
2. Up and down the
guard are pacing,
E
Am E Am
no one, no one can get through.
C
Flight would mean a sure death facing,
E Am
E Am
guns and barbed wire greet our view.
G
C G
We are the peat-bog soldiers,
Am E Am
marching with our spades to the moor.
Am
3. But for us there
is no complaining,
E
Am E Am
winter will in time be past.
C
One day we will cry rejoicing:
E am
E Am
Homeland, dear, you`re mine a t last.
C G
Then will the peat-bog soldiers
Am E Am
march no more with their spades to the moor.
(Pete Seeger)