Peat Bog Soldiers (3) Any directions you might see, Bog and heath is everywhere. Here are no birds to sing for me The oaks, they stand twisted and bare. Cho: We are the bog battalion, On spade instead of stallion, In bog. In such a deserted landscape Just for us, this compound dire. Far from friends and with no escape We are cached behind barb-ed wire. Columns long, we head for the bog To dig the early morning. We sweat in sun, work like a dog, And think of loved ones mourning. Thought to home and hearth do return, To parents, wife and children. Many a breast may sigh and yearn To leave this prison, when, oh when? The patrols guard us day and night, Escape is a losing sport. Your life's not worth attempted flight, Four rings of wire fence the fort. Complaining will not set us free; Winter can't last forever. The time will come when we will see, Our homeland ours, together. Then no more bog battalion No spade instead of stallion In Bog. translation of the German WH apr00
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