. American war ballads and lyrics: a collection of the songs and ballads of the colonial wars, the revolution, the war of 1812-15, the war with Mexico, and the civil war . ; ^i-. TRAMP, TRAMP, TRAMP. 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,Oh, cheer up, comrades, they will come,And beneath the starry flag we shall breathethe air freedom in our own beloved home. In the b
. American war ballads and lyrics: a collection of the songs and ballads of the colonial wars, the revolution, the war of 1812-15, the war with Mexico, and the civil war . ; ^i-. TRAMP, TRAMP, TRAMP. 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,Oh, cheer up, comrades, they will come,And beneath the starry flag we shall breathethe air freedom in our own beloved home. In the battle front we stood When the fiercest charge they they swept us off a hundred men or more, But before we reached their linesThey w^ere beaten back dismayed. And we heard the cry of victry oer and oer.— 278 Zlramp, tTramp, ^ramp So withiu the prison cell We are waiting for the dayThat 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 homeonce more.—Chorus. END OF II.
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