Tramp, Tramp, Tramp (The Prisoners Hope)

George F. Root

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Verse:
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In the pri-son cell I sit

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Think-ing Mo-ther dear of you

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And our bright and hap-py home 

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So far a-way

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And the tears they fill my eyes 

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`Spite of all that I can do

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Though I try to cheer my 

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Com-rades and be gay


Chorus:
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Tramp! tramp! tramp! 

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The boys are march-ing

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Cheer up com-rades, they will come

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And be-neath the star-ry flag

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We will breathe the air a-gain

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Of the free land 

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In our own be-lov-ed home


Verse:
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'd reached their lines
They were beaten back dismayed
And we heard the cry of 
"Vict'ry!" o'er and o'er.

Chorus

Now within the prison cell 
We are waiting for the day
That will come to open 
Wide the iron door.
And the hollow eye grows bright
And the poor heart almost gay
When we think of seeing home 
And friends once more.

Chorus

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