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 free land in our own beloved home

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 reached their lines
They were beaten back, dismayed
And we heard the cry of vict'ry o'er and o'er

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 free land in our own beloved home

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

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 free land in our own beloved home