Marching Through Georgia
Bring the good old bugle, boys
We’ll sing another song
Sing it with a spirit that will
Start the world along
Sing it as we used to sing it
Fifty thousand strong
While we were marching through Georgia
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 honored flag
They had not seen for years
Hardly could they be restrained
From breaking forth in cheers
While we were marching through Georgia
So we made a thoroughfare
For Freedom and her train
Sixty miles in 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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