Tramp ! Tramp ! Tramp ! (midi)

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1. In the prison cell I sit, thinking, Mother, dear, of you,

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and our bright and happy home so far away.

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And the tears they fill my eyes, spite of all that I can do,

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though I try to cheer my comrades and be gay.

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Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! The boys are marching,

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cheer up, comrades, they will come.

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And beneath the starry flag we shall breathe the air again,

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of the free land in our own beloved home.

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2. In the battle front we stood, when their fiercest charge they made,

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and they swept us off, a hundred men or more.

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But before we reached their lines,

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they were beaten back dismayed,

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and we heard the cry of vict`ry o`er and o`er. + CHORUS

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3. So, within the prison cell, we are waiting for the day,

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that shall come to open wide the iron door.

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And the hollow eyes grow bright, and the poor heart almost gay,

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as we think of seeing home and friends once more. + CHORUS