The peat bog soldiers
Paddy goes to holyhead
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
Heath and bog are everywhere
Not a bird sings out to cheer us
Oaks are standing gaunt and bare
Up and down the guards are pacing
No one, no one can go through
Flight would mean a sure death facing
Guns and barbed-wire greet our view
But for is there is no complaining
Winter will in time be past
One day we shall cry rejoicing
"Homeland, dear, you´re mine at last"
We are the Peat Bog Soldiers
We´re marching with our spades to the bog
Then will the Peat Bog Soldiers
March no more with the spades to the bog
Encontrou algum erro na letra? Por favor envie uma correção clicando aqui!