 | Hobart Chatfield Chatfield-Taylor - 1925 - 382 lehte
...drummers thunder; cymbals crash, and to the strains of braying instruments I sing with boyish ardour: 'Tramp, tramp, tramp, the boys are marching, Cheer...comrades, they will come, And beneath the starry flag we shall breathe the air again, Of freedom in our own beloved home!' A plumed colonel and his staff pass... | |
 | Fred Lewis Pattee - 1926 - 1162 lehte
...Tho' I try to cheer my comrades and be gay. Tramp, tramp, tramp, the boys are marching, Cheer tip, comrades, they will come, And beneath the starry flag We will breathe the air again, I0 Of the freeland in our own beloved home. In the battle front we stood, When their fiercest charge... | |
 | Hamlin Garland - 1926 - 440 lehte
..."In my 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, Though I try to cheer my comrades and be gay. "Tramp! tramp! tramp! the boys are marching, Cheer up,... | |
 | Hamlin Garland - 1926 - 446 lehte
...the tears they fill my eyes Spite of all that I can do, Though I try to cheer my comrades and be gay. "Tramp! tramp! tramp! the boys are marching, Cheer...comrades, they will come, And beneath the starry flag We shall breathe the air again Of the free land in our own beloved home." Crude as these songs may seem... | |
 | Mary Mapes Dodge - 1883 - 500 lehte
..." Virginia feathers " as we called them, with his hands clasped behind his head, lustily singing : "Tramp, tramp, tramp, the boys are marching, Cheer...comrades, they will come; And beneath the starry flag We shall breathe the air again '' " What 's that ? " asked he, ceasing his song before finishing the stanza... | |
 | Don Gifford, Robert J. Seidman - 1988 - 704 lehte
...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, / Though I try to cheer my comrades and be gay. [Chorus:] Tramp, tramp, tramp, the boys are marching,... | |
 | George Frederick Root - 1891 - 276 lehte
...— ^ — * — 5 — £ * • • ~| J • * — * • < — J— — h — $ — V y 1 +/*•*>' tears they fill my eyes Spite of all that I can do, fore we reached their lines They were beaten back dismayed hoi-low eye grows bright, And the poor heart... | |
 | Aurand Harris - 1988 - 580 lehte
...(Singing begins, off, with a good vigorous beat. Riley puts hat on rack, as singing continues.) SONG: Tramp, tramp, tramp! The boys are marching, Cheer up, comrades, they will come — they will come — And beneath the starry flag we shall breathe the air again Of the free land... | |
 | William Emmett Studwell - 1996 - 200 lehte
...this is not a ballad about three hobos, although it is about men on the move. The encouraging lines "Tramp, tramp, tramp, the boys are marching, Cheer up, comrades, they will come," accompanied by the stirring melody, were a reaction to the large number of Union soldiers interred... | |
 | David J Eicher - 2002 - 992 lehte
..."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...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... | |
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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. 
