English Lyrics, per the Dubliners & Black Family:

(1) Far and wide as the eye can wander,
heath and bog are everywhere.
Not a bird sing out to cheer us.
Oaks are standing gaunt and bare.

(ch-1) We are the peat bog soldiers,
marching with our spades to the moor.

(2) 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.

(ch-1)

(3) 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.

(ch-2) No more the peat bog soldiers
will march with our spades to the moor.
^^