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.

Tramp, tramp, tramp, the boys are marching,
Cheer up, comrades, they will come,
And beneath the starry flag
We will breathe the air again
Of the freeland in our own beloved home.
We're tenting to-night on the old Camp ground,
Give us a song to cheer
Our weary hearts, a song home,
And friends we love so dear.
Many are the hearts that are weary to-night,
Wishing for the war to cease,
Many are the hearts, looking for the right,
To see the dawn of peace.
Tenting to-night, tenting to-night,
Tenting on the old camp ground.
Bring the good old bugle boys! we'll sing another song-
Sing it with a spirit that will start the world along-
Sing it as we used to sing it fifty thousand strong,
While we were marching through Georgia.
Hurrah! hurrah! We bring the jubillee!
Hurrah! hurrah! the flag that makes you free!
So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea
While we were marching through Georgia.
Rally round the flag, boys,
Give it to the breeze,
That's the banner we love,
On the land and seas,
Brave hearts are under ours,
Let the traitor brag,
Gallant lads, fire away! And fight for the flag!
Gallant lads, fire away! And fight for the flag!
Rally round the flag, boys, Give it to the breeze,
That's the banner we love, On the land and seas,
Let our colors fly, boys, Guard them day and night,
For Victory is liberty, And God will bless the right!
When Johnny comes marching home again, Hurrah, hurrah!
We'll give him a hearty welcome then, Hurrah, hurrah!
The men will cheer, the boys will shout,
The ladies, they will all turn out,
And we'll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching home.
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lighting of His terrible swift sword;
His truth is marching on.
Glory! Glory hallelujah!
Glory! Glory hallelujah!
Glory! Glory hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.