The Peat-Bog Soldiers (Moorsoldaten) - Paul Robeson

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