On, on, on, the Boys came Marching!
OR THE PRISONER FREE.
(Sequel to "Tramp, Tramp, Tramp.")
Words and Music by GEO. F .ROOT
1. O! the day it came at last, When the glo-rious tramp was heard, And the boys came march-ing fif-ty thou-sand strong, And we grasped each oth-ers, hands, Tho' we ut-tered not a word, As the boom-ing of our can-non rolled a-long!
2. O! the fee-blest heart grew strong, And the most des-pond-ent, sure, When we heard the thrill-ing sounds we loved so well, For we knew that want and wo, We no longer-should en-dure, When the hosts of free-dom reached our pris-on cell!
3. O! the war is ov-er now, And we're safe at home a-gain, And the cause we starved and suf-fer'd for, is won, But we nev-er can for-get, 'Mid our woe and mid our pain, How the glo-rious Un-ion boys came tramp-ing on!
On, On, On the boys came march-ing, Like a grand ma-jes-tic sea, And they dashed a-way the guard from the heavy I-ron door, And we stood beneath the starry banner, free!