Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! - Gettysburg College Singers
In my prison cell I sit
Thinking mother dear of you
And the my turn happy home so far away
And my fill with tears my eyes
'Spite of all that I can do
Though 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 stars and bars
We shall breathe the air again
Of free men in our own beloved home
In the battle front we stood
When their fiercest charge they made
And the step this all for hand the make more
But before they reached our lines
They were driven back dismayed
And the rebel yell went we or and word
Tramp tramp tramp
The boys are marching
Cheer up comrades they will come
And beneath the stars and bars
We shall breathe the air again
Of free men in our own beloved home
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 home and friends once more
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