The Peat-Bog Soldiers [Moorsoldaten]

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

We're marching with our spades

To the bog

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

We are the peat-bog soldiers

We're marching with our spades

To the bog

But for us there is no complaining

Winter will in time be past

One day we shall cry rejoicing:

"Homeland, dear, you're mine at last"

Then will the peat-bog soldiers

March no more with their spades

To the bog

Doch für uns gibt es kein Klagen

Ewig kann nicht Winter sein

Einmal werden froh wir sagen:

"Heimat, du bist wieder mein"

Dann ziehen die Moorsoldaten

Nicht mehr mit dem Spaten

Ins Moor

Dann ziehen die Moorsoldaten

Nicht mehr mit dem Spaten

Ins Moor