MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA

Ring the good ol' bugle, boys, we'll sing another song,
   Sing it with the spirit that will start the world along,
Sing it as we used to sing it 50,000 strong
   While we were marching through Georgia.

CHORUS:

Hurrah, hurrah, we bring the jubilee!
Hurrah, hurrah, the flag that makes you free!
So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea
While we were marching through Georgia!

How the darkies shouted when they heard the joyful sound!
   How the turkeys gobbled which our commissary found!
How the sweet potatoes even started from the ground
   While we were marching through Georgia!

Yes, and there were Union men who wept with joyful tears
   When they saw the honored flag they had not seen for years.
Hardly could they be restrained from breaking forth in cheers
   While we were marching through Georgia!

"Sherman's dashing  Yankee boys will never reach the coast!"
   So the saucy rebels said, and 'twas a handsome boast,
Had they not forgot, alas, to reckon with the host
   While we were marching through Georgia!

So we made a thoroughfare for freedom and her train,
   Sixty miles in latitude, 300 to the main.
Treason fled before us, for resistance was in vain
   While we were marching through Georgia!

Henry Clay Work