Lyrics:
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.
chorus:
“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 d—eys 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 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.
“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.
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.
A copy of the 1865 sheet music for the song is held in the
Historic Sheet Music Collection in the Greer Music Library
at Connecticut College and may be viewed online at
digitalcommons.conn.coll.edu
