Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!

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