TRAMP, TRAMP, TRAMP.
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(Used by permission of S. Brainard’s Sons.)
Key of B Flat.
BRIG. GEN. EUGENE A. CARR. 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.
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. FIRST CORPS.
MAJ. GEN. FRED’K STEELE. 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.
