In the prison cell I see,
Thinking mother dear of you,
And our bright and happy home so far away,
And the tears they fill my eyes,
Spite in all that I can do,
Though I tried 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 breathe the air again,
In the freeland and our home beloved home!
In the battle front we stood,
When there fiercest charge they made,
And they swept us of a hundred men or more,
But before we'd reach there line,
They were beaten back dismayed,
And we hear the victory cry and 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 breathe the air again,
In the freeland and our home beloved home!
So within the prison cell,
We are waiting for the day,
That should come open widely iron door,
And the hallow eyes goes right,
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,
In the freeland and our home beloved home!
