8. Walking The Penine Way Lyrics - 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