Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! or The Prisoner's Hope |
George L. Root, 1864
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. | 2. In the battle front we stood, When their fiercest charge they made, And they swept us off a hundred men or more, But before we reached their lines, They were beaten back dismayed, And we heard the cry of vict'ry o'er and o'er. Chorus:
3. So within the prison cell |