We listen to Rhapsody in the kitchen and get a nice mixture of music that way. On the celtic station I heard a song, and heard it again, and listened very carefully. . .
“We are the pea pod soldiers, marching with our spades to the moon.”
I love this mental image. I’m gonna keep it.
Peat Bog Soldiers
(Trad. arr. Graeme Taylor)
Far and wide as the eye can wander
Heath and moor 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 pacing
No one, no one can get through
Flight would mean a sure death facing
Guns and barbed-wire greet 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 passed
One day we shall cry rejoicing
Homeland dear you’re mine at last
No more the Peat Bog Soldiers
Go marching with their spades to the moor
djm
The Dubliners do the definitive version of “The Peat Bog Soldiers”, a song from the jewish tradition believe it or not.
http://www.prx.org/pieces/1156
If you want a copy let me know 
Slan,
D.
Tyg & Davids,
As the spouse works in a pea factory,
we would like to thank you for the morning laugh.
Denny
Our family has an Irish language mondegreen:
I was listening to an Altan CD in the car one day when we were driving somewhere. Later in the evening, I heard my husband humming one of the songs from the CD. I was charmed to hear him humming an Irish tune, until he added the words to it:
“She spotted a worm, she spotted a worm, she spotted a worm on a gym machine!”
(the Irish is “is fada liom uaim í, is fada liom uaim í, is fada liom í ó d’imigh sí”)
To this day, my family refers to that song as “The spotted worm song.” I’ve been known to joke that someday I’m going to open a pub in Donegal and call it “The Spotted Worm”
Redwolf
I heard an interview with Tom Waits on Fresh Air a couple of years ago. At one point he said, “I listen to two radios tuned to different stations. I like to mis-hear lyrics.”
I heard an interview with Tom Waits on Fresh Air a couple of years ago. At one point he said, “I listen to two radios tuned to different stations. I like to mis-hear lyrics.”
My teenaged daughter has become a Tom Waits fan. We were listening to a cd of his in the car and I thought, “This needs subtitles.” His lyrics are great when you can understand them. Even the titles- ‘Jockey Full of Bourbon.’
Tony
Peapod soldiers marching to the moon with spades is so much more surrealistically delightful.
He he. It has a cutesy Anne Geddes ring to it http://www.kidzworld.com/site/p160.htm
That’s wonderful! I’d love to see it done as an animated short by Aardman Animations (of Wallace & Gromit fame).
I’ve often thought of opening an Irish pub and calling it the Russian Dove!
And to all you peat bog insisters…I do believe in peapod soldiers! I do! I do believe in peapod soldiers!
Failing that, what about “The Cool Inn”.
Slan,
D.