A In my prison cell I sit, D A thinking, mother, dear, of you, E and our bright and happy home so far away A And my eyes they fill with tears, D A 'spite of all that I can do, E A though I try to cheer my comrades and be gay. A Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! The boys are marching; E A E cheer up, comrades, they will come. A And beneath the starry flag D A we shall breathe the air again D E A Of the free land in our own beloved home. A In the battle front we stood, D A when their fiercest charge they made, E and they swept us off a hundred men or more A But before we reached their lines, D A they were beaten back, dismayed, E A and we heard the cry of vict'ry o'er and o'er. A Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! The boys are marching; E A E cheer up, comrades, they will come. A And beneath the starry flag D A we shall breathe the air again D E A Of the free land in our own beloved home. A So within the prison cell, D A we are waiting for the day, E that shall come to open wide the iron door A And the hollow eye grows bright, D A and the poor heart almost gay, E A as we think of seeing home and friends once more. A Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! The boys are marching; E A E cheer up, comrades, they will come. A And beneath the starry flag D A we shall breathe the air again D E A Of the free land in our own beloved home.