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.
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.

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    General CommentThos is not a song originally by Welle Erdball. It is a song, which was written 1933 by some KZ (concentration camp) prisoners of the KZ Bürgermoor. The people of the KZ sung it at the end of a perfomance as a resistance song. It was forbidden by the boss of the KZ but also the soldiers guarding the prisoners liked it so much, that they wrote ist down and it found his way out of the camp. It was interpreted by many singers and groups until today.
    VicMacon February 01, 2012   Link

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