8. Walking the Penine Way — текст песни (Chumbawamba)

It`s not so much the distance nor the time it takes
It`s not even the cold nor the pains or aches
I can cope with blisters and the weight of my pack
And I don`t mind the rain if I`ve got my mac
But have I cursed Wainwright in my time
To be fair, he said it`s all muck and slime
The creeping sludge, the never-ending peat
It were that that nearly finished me, it nearly had me beat
Peat bogs, peat bogs, more peat bogs
You`d never credit it--they burn the stuff instead of logs
Peat bogs, peat bogs, more peat bogs
Well it`s such a funny stuff is peat, it`s nature`s own glue
It got to me, it did, and by the end of day, too
I thought, I`m only carrying on so that I can say
If I`ve done nothing else, I`ve walked the Penine way
But I did it seven years ago, so why do it again?
Well I don`t really know, and I didn`t know then
Unless it`s this that`s been nagging at my noggin
Peat bogs and me have got this love/hate thing
Peat bogs, peat bogs, more peat bogs
You`d never credit it--they burn the stuff instead of logs
Peat bogs, peat bogs, more peat bogs