In the prison cell I sit
Thinking Mama Dear of you,
And our bright and shiney home so far away.
Though the tears they fill my eyes
Spite of all that I can do,
Though I try to cheer my comrades and be gay [chorus].
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CHORUS: Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! The Boys are marching,
Cheer up comrades they will come!
And beneath the Stary Flag
We shall breathe the air again
In the Free Lands of our own beloved homes!
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At the battle front we stood
When their fiercest charge they made,
And they swept us off a hundred men or more.
But before we'd reached their lines
They were beaten back, dismayed;
And we heard the cries of victory o'er and o'er!
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So within this prison cell
We are waiting for the day
When they come and open wide the Iron Door!
And our hallowed Eyes be bright
and our poor hearts they'll be gay,
When we think of seeing home and friend once more.
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As we rally 'round the Flag boys
We'll ralley once again,
Shouting the battle cries of freedom.
We'll rally from the hillsides,
We'll rally from the plains,
Shouting the battle cries of freedom.
Up with the Union,
Hurrah Boys, Hurrah!
Down with the traitors,
And up with the Stars.
As we ralley for Old Abe, boys
We'll ralley once again,
Shouting the battle cries of freedom.
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BRING THAT GOOD OL' BUGLE BOYS
We'll sing another song.
Sing it with the spirit
That will start the world along
Sing it like we use to sing it fifty thousand strong,
While we were marching through Georgia. [chorus]
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CHORUS: Hurrah! Hurrah!
We'll join the jubilee.
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The Flag that makes us free.
While we sang this chorus from Atlanta to the sea,
While we were marching through Georgia.
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YES THERE WERE MANY UNION BOYS
Who shed some joyful tears,
Whenever they saw that honored flag
They hadn't seen in years.
Hardly could they be restrained from loud and joyful tears,
While we were marching through Georgia. [chorus]
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Mine eyes have seen the Glory
Of the coming of our Lord
He is trampling through the vintage,
Where his Grapes of Wrath are stored
He has loosed the faithful lightning
Of His Terrible Swift Sword.
His Truth is marching on! [chorus]
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CHORUS: Glory, Glory Hallelujah! (3x)
His truth is marching on.
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I have seen Him in the watchfires
Of a hundred circling camps.
They have builded Him an altar,
In the evening dews and damps.
I have read His righteous sentence
By the dim and glaring lamps.
Our day goes marching on! [chorus]
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