Part 9

Then, with my waking thoughts Bright with Thy praise, Out of my stony griefs Bethel I'll raise; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!

TRAMP, TRAMP, TRAMP.

(Used by permission of S. Brainard's Sons.)

KEY OF B FLAT.

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.

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 Free-land in our own beloved home.

In the battle front we stood when the fiercest charge was made, And they swept us off a hundred men or more; But before we reached their lines they were beaten back dismayed, And we hear the cry of victory o'er and o'er.--CHORUS.

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 friends and home once more.--CHORUS.

WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME.

(Used by permission of S. Brainard's Sons.)

KEY OF B FLAT.

When Johnny comes marching home again, Hurrah, hurrah! We'll give him a hearty welcome then, Hurrah, hurrah! The men will cheer, the boys will shout, The ladies they will all turn out, And we'll all feel gay When Johnny comes marching home.

The old church bell will peal with joy, Hurrah, hurrah! To welcome our darling boy, Hurrah, hurrah! The village lads and lassies say With roses they will strew the way, And we'll all feel gay When Johnny comes marching home.

Get ready for the Jubilee, Hurrah, hurrah! We'll give the hero three times three, Hurrah, hurrah! The laurel wreath is ready now To place upon his loyal brow, And we'll all feel gay When Johnny comes marching home.

Let love and friendship on that day, Hurrah, hurrah! Their choicest treasures then display, Hurrah, hurrah! And let each one perform some part To fill with joy the warrior's heart, And we'll all feel gay When Johnny comes marching home.

I'SE GWINE BACK TO DIXIE.

I'se gwine back to Dixie, I'se gwine no more to wander, My heart's turned back to Dixie, I can't stay here no longer; I've left the old plantation, My home and my relation, My heart's turned back to Dixie And I must go.

CHORUS.

I'se gwine back to Dixie, I'se gwine back to Dixie, I'se gwine where the orange blossoms grow, For I hear the children calling, I see their sad tears falling, Me heart's turned back to Dixie, And I must go.

I've hoed in fields of cotton, I've worked upon the river, I used to say if I got off I'd go back there, no never; But time has changed the old man, His head is bending low, His heart's turned back to Dixie, And he must go.--CHORUS.

I'se traveling back to Dixie, My step is slow and feeble, I pray the Lord to help me, And keep me from all evil; And should my strength forsake me, Then kind friends come and take me; My heart's turned back to Dixie, And I must go.--CHORUS.

FRATERNITY.

In mustering a recruit, sing after--"They have been so examined and found worthy."

Air--"AULD LANG SYNE."

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind; Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days of auld lang syne?

CHORUS.

For auld land syne, my boys, For auld land syne, We'll ne'er forget when first we met, In days of auld lang syne.