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
Though 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 breathe the air again
Of the free land in our own beloved home
In the battle front we stood
When their 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 victory over and over
Tramp tramp tramp
The boys are marching
Cheer up comrades
They will come
And beneath the starry flag
We shall breathe 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 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
Of the free land in our own beloved home
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
Though 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 breathe the air again
Of the free land in our own beloved home
