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

A
Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!

The boys are marching;
E         A                   E
cheer up, comrades, they will come.
      A
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.

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

A
Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!

The boys are marching;
E         A                   E
cheer up, comrades, they will come.
      A
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.

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

A
Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!

The boys are marching;
E         A                   E
cheer up, comrades, they will come.
      A
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.