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Tramp, Tramp, Tramp chords
George F. Root (1864)
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In my prison cell I sit,
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thinking, mother, dear, of you,
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and our bright and happy home so far away
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And my eyes they fill with tears,
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'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
D A
we shall breathe the air again
D E A
Of the free land in our own beloved home.
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In the battle front we stood,
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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.
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Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!
The boys are marching;
E A E
cheer up, comrades, they will come.
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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.
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So within the prison cell,
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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 eye grows bright,
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and the poor heart almost gay,
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as we think of seeing home and friends once more.
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Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!
The boys are marching;
E A E
cheer up, comrades, they will come.
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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.
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