Peat Bog Soldiers - Die Moorsoldaten

Soldiers Marching Through a Desolate Field Illustration

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  Peat Bog Soldiers - Die Moorsoldaten
  
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  Prompt: 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 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
  
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Prompt: 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 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

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More about Peat Bog Soldiers - Die Moorsoldaten

INFO: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peat_Bog_Soldiers
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THE PEAT BOG SOLDIERS
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

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

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