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70. Three War Songs
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.
THE BATTLE-CRY OF FREEDOM
YES, we'll rally round the flag, boys, we'll rally once
again,
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom,
We will rally from the hill-side, we'll gather from the
plain,
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom.
again,
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom,
We will rally from the hill-side, we'll gather from the
plain,
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom.
Chorus.—The Union forever, hurrah! boys, hurrah,
Down with the traitor, up with the star,
While we rally round the flag, boys, rally
once again,
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom.
Down with the traitor, up with the star,
While we rally round the flag, boys, rally
once again,
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom.
We are springing to the call of our brothers gone be-
fore,
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom,
And we'll fill the vacant ranks with a million freemen
more,
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom.— Chorus.
fore,
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom,
And we'll fill the vacant ranks with a million freemen
more,
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom.— Chorus.
We will welcome to our numbers the loyal, true, and
brave,
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom,
And altho' they may be poor, not a man shall be a
slave,
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom.— Chorus.
brave,
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom,
And altho' they may be poor, not a man shall be a
slave,
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom.— Chorus.
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So we're springing to the call from the East and from
the West,
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom.
And we'll hurl the rebel crew from the land we love
the best,
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom.— Chorus.
the West,
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom.
And we'll hurl the rebel crew from the land we love
the best,
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom.— Chorus.
TRAMP, TRAMP, TRAMP
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.
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.
Chorus.—Tramp, tramp, tramp, the boys are march-
ing,
Oh, cheer up, comrades, they will come,
And beneath the starry flag we shall breathe
the air again,
Of freedom in our own beloved home.
ing,
Oh, cheer up, comrades, they will come,
And beneath the starry flag we shall breathe
the air again,
Of freedom in our own beloved home.
In the battle front we stood
When the fiercest charge they made,
And they swept us off a hundred men or more,
But before we reached their lines
They were beaten back dismayed,
And we heard the cry of vict'ry o'er and o'er.-Chorus.
When the fiercest charge they made,
And they swept us off a hundred men or more,
But before we reached their lines
They were beaten back dismayed,
And we heard the cry of vict'ry o'er and o'er.-Chorus.
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 friends and home once
more.— Chorus.
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 friends and home once
more.— Chorus.
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