Marching Through Georgia

Henry Clay Work, 1865

Bring the good ol' bugle, boys we'll sing another song;
Sing it with the spirit that will start the world along,
Sing it like we used to sing it fifty thousand 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 darkeys 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 honoured 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 make 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 of latitude, three hundred to the main;
Treason fled before us, for resistance was in vain
  While we were marching through Georgia.


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