A5
In my prison cell I sit,
          D5                A5
thinking, mother, dear, of you,
                                      E5
and our bright and happy home so far away
       A5
And my eyes they fill with tears,
          D5              A5
'spite of all that I can do,
                         E5               A5
though I try to cheer my comrades and be gay. 

A5
Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!

The boys are marching;
E5         A5                   E5
cheer up, comrades, they will come.
      A5
And beneath the starry flag
         D5                A5
we shall breathe the air again
       D5            E5               A5
Of the free land in our own beloved home.

A5         
In the battle front we stood,
           D5                    A5
when their fiercest charge they made,
                                       E5
and they swept us off a hundred men or more
      A5
But before we reached their lines,
          D5               A5
they were beaten back, dismayed,
                        E5                A5
and we heard the cry of vict'ry o'er and o'er.

A5
Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!

The boys are marching;
E5         A5                   E5
cheer up, comrades, they will come.
      A5
And beneath the starry flag
         D5                A5
we shall breathe the air again
       D5            E5               A5
Of the free land in our own beloved home.

A5
So within the prison cell,
       D5               A5
we are waiting for the day,
                                      E5
that shall come to open wide the iron door
        A5
And the hollow eye grows bright,
        D5                 A5
and the poor heart almost gay,
                      E5                     A5
as we think of seeing home and friends once more.

A5
Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!

The boys are marching;
E5         A5                   E5
cheer up, comrades, they will come.
      A5
And beneath the starry flag
         D5                A5
we shall breathe the air again
       D5            E5               A5
Of the free land in our own beloved home.