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Published by Chs Magnus 12 Frankfort St. N.Y.



The music of this song can be obtained at the well known Music-Store of Frederick Blume, 208 Bowery, New York.

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. Tramp, tramp, trap! 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 out own beloved home. CHORUS: Tramp, tramp, &c.

In the battle-front we stood, When their fiercest charge they made, And they swept us off, a hundred men or more; But, before we reach'd heir lines, They were beaten back dismayed, And we heard the cry of Vict'ry, o'er and o'er. Tramp, tramp, tramp! &c.

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 home and friends, once more. Tramp, tramp, tramp! &c.

Ten illustrated Songs on Notepaper, mailed to and Address on receipt of 50 cts. Published by Chas. Magnus, 12 Frankfort St. N.Y.