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Song:   Die Moorsoldaten
Artist: Hannes Wader
Melody: Rudi Goguel
Text:   Wolfgang Langhoff and Johann Esser
 
 
»"Peat Bog Soldiers" is one of Europe's best-known protest songs.
It exists in countless European languages [...] This song was written
by prisoners in Nazi moorland labour camps in Lower Saxony, Germany...«
(Source: Wikipedia)
 
More background information to this song:
English  -> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peat_Bog_Soldiers
German   -> http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Die_Moorsoldaten
 
 
Chords:
Em     022000
Am     x02210
B7     x21202   ( = H7 in German)
G      320003
D      x00232
 
 
ORIGINAL VERSION (GERMAN):
[Verse 1]

   Em                           Am       Em    B7       Em
   Wohin auch das Auge blicket, Moor und Heide nur ringsum.
   G                              Am     Em     B7       Em
   Vogelsang uns nicht erquicket, Eichen stehen kahl und krumm.
   D   G                D        Em             B7         Em
   Wir sind die Moorsoldaten und ziehen mit dem Spaten ins Moor.


[Verse 2]

   Em                         Am      Em    B7    Em
   Hier in dieser öden Heide, ist das Lager aufgebaut,
   G                            Am     Em      B7        Em
   Wo wir fern von jeder Freude hinter Stacheldraht verstaut.
   D   G                D        Em             B7         Em
   Wir sind die Moorsoldaten und ziehen mit dem Spaten ins Moor.


[Verse 3]

   Em                          Am     Em       B7     Em
   Morgens ziehen die Kolonnen in das Moor zur Arbeit hin.
   G                               Am       Em     B7        Em
   Graben bei dem Brand der Sonne, doch zur Heimat steht der Sinn.
   D   G                D        Em             B7         Em
   Wir sind die Moorsoldaten und ziehen mit dem Spaten ins Moor.


[Verse 4]

   Em                                Am      Em      B7       Em
   Heimwärts, heimwärts jeder sehnet sich zu Eltern, Weib und Kind,
   G                                Am       Em      B7    Em
   Manche Brust ein Seufzer dehnet, weil wir hier gefangen sind.
   D   G                D        Em             B7         Em
   Wir sind die Moorsoldaten und ziehen mit dem Spaten ins Moor.


[Verse 5]

   Em                               Am      Em      B7       Em
   Auf und nieder geh'n die Posten, keiner, keiner, kann hindurch.
   G                                  Am      Em     B7       Em
   Flucht wird nur das Leben kosten, vierfach ist umzäunt die Burg.
   D   G                D        Em             B7         Em
   Wir sind die Moorsoldaten und ziehen mit dem Spaten ins Moor.


[Verse 6]

   Em                                Am   Em           B7     Em
   Doch für uns gibt es kein Klagen, ewig kann's nicht Winter sein.
   G                             Am      Em      B7     Em
   Einmal werden froh wir sagen: Heimat, du bist wieder mein!
   D    G                  D    Em                 B7         Em
   Dann zieh'n die Moorsoldaten nicht mehr mit dem Spaten ins Moor! 
   D    G                  D    Em                 B7         Em
   Dann zieh'n die Moorsoldaten nicht mehr mit dem Spaten ins Moor! 
 
 
ENGLISH VERSION:
 
Band: The Dubliners
 
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.
No more the peat bog soldiers will march with our spades to the moor.
 
____________________________
Transcribed by: Freddie Abel

            
            
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