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作曲 : Traditional |
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In my prison cell I sit, |
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thinking, Mother, dear, of you, |
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and my happy Southern home so far away; |
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and my eyes they fill with tears |
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'spite of all that I can do, |
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though I try to cheer my comrades and be gay. |
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Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! |
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The boys are marching; |
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cheer up, comrades, they will come. |
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And beneath the stars and bars |
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we shall breathe the air again |
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of free men in our own beloved home. |
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In the battle front we stood |
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when their fiercest charge they made, |
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and our soldiers by the thousands sank to die; |
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but before they reached our lines, |
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they were driven back dismayed, |
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and the "Rebel yell" went upward to the sky. |
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Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! |
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The boys are marching; |
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cheer up, comrades, they will come. |
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And beneath the stars and bars |
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we shall breathe the air again |
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of free men in our own beloved home. |
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Now our great commander Lee |
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crosses broad Potomac's stream, |
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and his legions marching Northward take their way. |
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On Pennsylvania's roads |
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will their trusty muskets gleam, |
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and her iron hills shall echo to the fray. |
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Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! |
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The boys are marching; |
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cheer up, comrades, they will come. |
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And beneath the stars and bars |
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we shall breathe the air again |
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of free men in our own beloved home. |
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Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! |
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The boys are marching; |
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cheer up, comrades, they will come. |
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And beneath the stars and bars |
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we shall breathe the air again |
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of free men in our own beloved home. |
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In the cruel stockade-pen |
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dying slowly day by day, |
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for weary months we've waited all in vain; |
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but if God will speed the way |
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of our gallant boys in gray, |
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I shall see your face, dear Mother, yet again. |
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Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! |
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The boys are marching; |
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cheer up, comrades, they will come. |
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And beneath the stars and bars |
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we shall breathe the air again |
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of free men in our own beloved home. |
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Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! |
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The boys are marching; |
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cheer up, comrades, they will come. |
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And beneath the stars and bars |
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we shall breathe the air again |
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of free men in our own beloved home. |
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And beneath the stars and bars |
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we shall breathe the air again |
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of free men in our own beloved home. |
