
In the prison cell sit, thinking Mother dear of you
And our bright and happy home so far away
And the tears they fill mu eyes spite of all that I can do
So 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 shall breather the air again
Of the free land in our own beloved home
In the battlefront we stood, when their fiercest charge they made
And they swept us off hundred men or more
But before we reached their lines, they were beaten back dismayed
And we heard the cry of victorious o’er and o’er
Tramp,tramp,tramp! The boys are marching
Cheer up comrades they will come
And beneath the starry flag , we shall breather the air again
Of the free land 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 the 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 breather the air again
Of the free land in our own beloved home