
The Peat Bog Soldiers The Dubliners
"The Peat Bog Soldiers" by The Dubliners is a folk song released in 1966. It reflects themes of struggle, resilience, and hope amidst oppression, telling the story of soldiers in a peat bog, symbolizing the fight for freedom. The song features traditional Irish instruments and has become an anthem for various social movements. #Folk

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
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
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