Paul Robeson

Waterboy, where are you hiding
If you don't come right here
Gonna tell you pa on you
There ain't no hammer
That's on a this mountain
That ring like mine boy
That ring like mine

I'm gonna bust this rock boy
From here to the Macon
All the way to the jail boy
All the way to the jail

You Jack o diamond
Jack o diamond
Know you of old boy
I know you're of old
You rob-a my pocket
Rob my pocket
Silver and gold boy
Of silver and gold
There ain't no sweat boy
That's on a this mountain
That run like mine boy
That run like mine

Trains rushin', here and there
Flying machines flashin' through the air
Automobiles all shiny and new
Poor folks with nothing else to do

But when I wanna travel
To the soil I plead
I climb on my wagon
And see

Wagon wheels, wagon wheels
Keep on a turnin' wagon wheels
Roll along, sing your song
Carry me over the hill

Go on mule, there's a steamer at the landin'
Waiting for this cotton to load
Go on mule, the boss is understandin'
There's a pasture at the end of each road

Wagon wheels, wagon wheels
Keep on a turnin' wagon wheels
Roll along, sing your song
Wagon wheels, carry me home
Wagon wheels, carry me home

Trains rushin', here and there
Flying machines flashin' through the air
Automobiles all shiny and new
Poor folks with nothing else to do

But when I wanna travel
To the soil I plead
I climb on my wagon
And see

Wagon wheels, wagon wheels
Keep on a turnin' wagon wheels
Roll along, sing your song
Carry me over the hill

Go on mule, there's a steamer at the landin'
Waiting for this cotton to load
Go on mule, the boss is understandin'
There's a pasture at the end of each road

Wagon wheels, wagon wheels
Keep on a turnin' wagon wheels
Roll along, sing your song
Wagon wheels, carry me home
Wagon wheels, carry me home

Trains rushin', here and there
Flying machines flashin' through the air
Automobiles all shiny and new
Poor folks with nothing else to do

But when I wanna travel
To the soil I plead
I climb on my wagon
And see

Wagon wheels, wagon wheels
Keep on a turnin' wagon wheels
Roll along, sing your song
Carry me over the hill

Go on mule, there's a steamer at the landin'
Waiting for this cotton to load
Go on mule, the boss is understandin'
There's a pasture at the end of each road

Wagon wheels, wagon wheels
Keep on a turnin' wagon wheels
Roll along, sing your song
Wagon wheels, carry me home
Wagon wheels, carry me home

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.

Chorus:
We are the peat bog soldiers,
Marching with our spades to the moor.
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.

Chorus:
We are the peat bog soldiers,
Marching with our spades to the moor.
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.

Chorus:
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.

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.

Chorus:
We are the peat bog soldiers,
Marching with our spades to the moor.
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.

Chorus:
We are the peat bog soldiers,
Marching with our spades to the moor.
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.

Chorus:
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.

<Set my hand upon the plough,my feet upon the sod
Turn my face toward the east and praise be to God
Ev'ry year the rain does fall,the seedlings turn and spring
Ev'ry year the spreading trees shelter birds that sing.

From the shelter of your heart,brother drive out sin
Let the little birds of faith come and nest therein
God,who made the sun to shine on both you and me
God,who took away my eyes-that my soul might see!

<Set my hand upon the plough,my feet upon the sod
Turn my face toward the east and praise be to God
Ev'ry year the rain does fall,the seedlings turn and spring
Ev'ry year the spreading trees shelter birds that sing.

From the shelter of your heart,brother drive out sin
Let the little birds of faith come and nest therein
God,who made the sun to shine on both you and me
God,who took away my eyes-that my soul might see!