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MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA
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These songs are not very poetic, but were sung by hundreds of thousands of soldiers and also by numbers of school children in the North.
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.
song
Sing it with a spirit that will start the world along—
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While we were marching through Georgia.
Chorus.—Hurrah! Hurrah! we bring the jubilee!
Hurrah! Hurrah ! the flag that makes you
free ! "
So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the
sea,
While we were marching through Georgia.
Hurrah! Hurrah ! the flag that makes you
free ! "
So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the
sea,
While we were marching through Georgia.
How the darkeys shouted when they heard the joyful
sound!
How the turkeys gobbled which our commissary
found!
How the sweet potatoes even started from the ground,
While we were marching through Georgia.—
Chorus.
sound!
How the turkeys gobbled which our commissary
found!
How the sweet potatoes even started from the ground,
While we were marching through Georgia.—
Chorus.
Yes, and there were Union men who wept with joyful
tears,
When they saw the honor'd flag they had not seen
for years;
Hardly could they be restrained from breaking forth
in cheers,
While we were marching through Georgia.—
Chorus.
tears,
When they saw the honor'd flag they had not seen
for years;
Hardly could they be restrained from breaking forth
in cheers,
While we were marching through Georgia.—
Chorus.
Sherman's dashing Yankee boys will never reach
the coast! "
So the saucy rebels said— and 'twas a handsome
boast,
Had they not forgot, alas! to reckon on a host,
While we were marching through Georgia.—
Chorus.
the coast! "
So the saucy rebels said— and 'twas a handsome
boast,
Had they not forgot, alas! to reckon on a host,
While we were marching through Georgia.—
Chorus.
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So we made a thoroughfare for Freedom and her train,
Sixty miles in latitude— three hundred to the main
Treason fled before us, for resistance was in vain,
While we were marching through Georgia.—
Chorus.
Sixty miles in latitude— three hundred to the main
Treason fled before us, for resistance was in vain,
While we were marching through Georgia.—
Chorus.
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