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!
There were many Union men Who wept with joyful tears When they saw the honor'd flag They had not seen for years! Hardly could they be restrained From breaking forth in cheers 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
“Sherman's dashing Yankee boys Will never reach 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!
“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
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!
“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 GeorgiaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
