The Peat

Am 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 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 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.