作曲 : Traditional
 In my prison cell I sit,
 thinking, Mother, dear, of you,
 and my happy Southern home so far away;
 and my eyes they fill with tears
 'spite of all that I can do,
 though I try to cheer my comrades and be gay.
 Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!
 The boys are marching;
 cheer up, comrades, they will come.
 And beneath the stars and bars
 we shall breathe the air again
 of free men in our own beloved home.
 In the battle front we stood
 when their fiercest charge they made,
 and our soldiers by the thousands sank to die;
 but before they reached our lines,
 they were driven back dismayed,
 and the "Rebel yell" went upward to the sky.
 Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!
 The boys are marching;
 cheer up, comrades, they will come.
 And beneath the stars and bars
 we shall breathe the air again
 of free men in our own beloved home.
 Now our great commander Lee
 crosses broad Potomac's stream,
 and his legions marching Northward take their way.
 On Pennsylvania's roads
 will their trusty muskets gleam,
 and her iron hills shall echo to the fray.
 Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!
 The boys are marching;
 cheer up, comrades, they will come.
 And beneath the stars and bars
 we shall breathe the air again
 of free men in our own beloved home.
 Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!
 The boys are marching;
 cheer up, comrades, they will come.
 And beneath the stars and bars
 we shall breathe the air again
 of free men in our own beloved home.
 In the cruel stockade-pen
 dying slowly day by day,
 for weary months we've waited all in vain;
 but if God will speed the way
 of our gallant boys in gray,
 I shall see your face, dear Mother, yet again.
 Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!
 The boys are marching;
 cheer up, comrades, they will come.
 And beneath the stars and bars
 we shall breathe the air again
 of free men in our own beloved home.
 Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!
 The boys are marching;
 cheer up, comrades, they will come.
 And beneath the stars and bars
 we shall breathe the air again
 of free men in our own beloved home.
 And beneath the stars and bars
 we shall breathe the air again
 of free men in our own beloved home.