Tramp Tramp Tramp

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In my prison cell I sit,
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thinking, mother, dear, of you,
and our bright and happy home so far
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 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 
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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
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we shall breathe the air again
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Of the free land in our own 
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beloved home.

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In the battle front we stood,
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when their fiercest charge they 
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made,
and they swept us off a hundred men 
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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 
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o'er and o'er.

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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
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we shall breathe the air again
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Of the free land in our own 
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beloved home.

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So within the prison cell,
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we are waiting for the day,
that shall come to open wide the 
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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 
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friends once more.

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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
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we shall breathe the air again
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Of the free land in our own 
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beloved home.