Tramp, Tramp, Tramp

Tramp, Tramp, Tramp ~ Lyrics

In the prison cell I sit, thinking, mother, dear, of you,
And our bright and happy home so far away,
And the tears they fill my eyes, spite of all that I can do,
Tho' I try to cheer my comrades and be gay.

CHORUS.

Tramp, tramp, tramp, the boys are marching;
Cheer up, comrades, they will come,
And beneath the starry flag
We shall breathe the air again
Of the Free-land in our own beloved home.

[Illustration: FIRST CORPS.]

In the battle front we stood when the fiercest charge was made,
And they swept us off a hundred men or more;
But before we reached their lines they were beaten back dismayed,
And we hear the cry of victory o'er and o'er.--CHORUS.

So within the prison cell we are waiting for the day
That shall come to open wide the iron door,
And the hollow eye grows bright and the poor heart almost gay
As we think of seeing friends and home once more.--CHORUS.

CIVIL WAR SONGS