The prisoner cries as he recalls mother and home. He recalls the battle where he was taken. But then he recalls that the troops are coming, and cheers his fellows: "Tramp, tramp, tramp, the boys are marching, Cheer up comrades they will come...."
Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! Complete text(s) *** A *** From sheet music published 1864 by Root & Cady. Title page inscribed TRAMP! TRAMP! TRAMP! or the PRISONER'S HOPE AS SUNG BY EDWIN KELLEY, OF ARLINGTON KELLEY & LEON'S MINSTRELS Song & Chorus BY GEO. F. ROOT 1. 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 (sic.) in our own beloved home. CHORUS. 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. 2. In the battle front we stood When their fiercest charge they made, And they swept us off a hundred men or more, But before we reach'd their lines They were beaten back dismayed, And we heard the cry of vict'ry o'er and o'er. 3. So within the prison cell, We are waiting for the day That shall come to open wide the iron door, And the hollow eye grows bright And the poor heart almost gay, As we think of seeing home and friends once more. * The sheet music gives two versions of the chorus, one solo (or unison) and one for SATB. In the solo version, "free land" is spelled as one word, "freeland." In the SATB version, it's spelled "free-land." In neither case is it two words.