歌手:Pete Seeger
专辑:《Strangers and Cousins: Songs from His World Tour》

作曲 : Traditional
Thirty years ago, this next song was smuggled out of Germany. It’s supposed to be made up in a concentration camp called Börgermoor. And at first the men were allowed to sing it, till the guards realized what they were sing about.
Wir sind die Moorsoldaten
Ziehen mit dem Spaten
Ins Moor
Wir sind die Moorsoldaten
Ziehen mit dem Spaten
Ins Moor
We are the peat bog solders
Marching with our spades to the bog
Far and wide as the eye can wander
Heath and bog are everywhere
Not a bird sing songs to cheer us
Oaks are standing gaunt and bear
We are the peat bog solders
Marching with our spades to the bog
We are the peat bog solders
Marching with our spades to the bog
Up and down the guards are pacing
No one, no one can get through
Fled would mean our sure defacing
Guns and barbwire greet our view
We are the peat bog solders
Marching with our spades to the bog
We are the peat bog solders
Marching with our spades to the bog
But for us there’s no complaining
Winter will in time be passed
Someday we shall cry rejoicing
Homeland dear you are mine at last
Then will the peat bog soldiers
March no more with their spades to the bog
Then will the peat bog soldiers
March no more with their spades to the bog
Dann zieh'n die Moorsoldaten
Nicht mehr mit dem Spaten
Ins Moor