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.
