School Song Knapsack/Tramp Tramp Tramp


Tramp, Tramp, Tramp.[1]

(Pat's Pick, page 48.) 2 Flats

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.

Chorus
 Tramp, tramp, tramp, the boys are marching,
O, cheer up, comrades, they will come,
 And beneath the starry flag we shall breathe the air again,
 Of the free land in our own beloved home.

In the battle front we stood
 When the fiercest charge they made,
And they swept us off a hundred men or more,
 But before we reached their lines
They were beaten back dismayed,
 And we heard the cry of victory, o'er and o'er. —Cho.

  1. Used by permission of The John Church Co., owners of copyright.


This work was published before January 1, 1925, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.