This song was written during the American Civil War.
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,
Tho’ 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 freeland in our own beloved home.
- American patriotic songs
- songs with dotted eighth / sixteenth note patterns
- same tune: Jesus Loves the Little Children
Extras for Plus Members
- Song with chords (PDF)
- MIDI file