Bring the good old bugle, boys, we’ll sing another song
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Sing it with a spirit that will start the world along
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Sing it as we used to sing it, 50, 000 strong
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While we were marching through Georgia.
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Hurrah! |
Hurrah! |
we bring the jubilee!
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Hurrah! |
Hurrah! |
the flag that makes you free!
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So we sang the from Atlanta to the sea
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While we were marching through Georgia.
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How the people shouted when they heard the joyful sound
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How the turkeys gobbled which our commissary found
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How the sweet potatoes even started from the ground
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While we were marching through Georgia.
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Yes and there were Union men who wept with joyful tears,
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When they saw the honored flag they had not seen for years;
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Hardly could they be restrained from breaking forth in cheers,
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While we were marching through Georgia.
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Hurrah! |
Hurrah! |
we bring the jubilee!
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Hurrah! |
Hurrah! |
the flag that makes you free!
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So we sang the from Atlanta to the sea
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While we were marching through Georgia.
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«Sherman's dashing Yankee boys will never reach the coast!»
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So the saucy rebels said and 'twas a handsome boast
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Had they not forgot, alas! |
to reckon with the Host
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While we were marching through Georgia.
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So we made a thoroughfare for freedom and her train,
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Sixty miles in latitude, three hundred to the main;
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Treason fled before us, for resistance was in vain
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While we were marching through Georgia.
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Hurrah! |
Hurrah! |
we bring the jubilee!
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Hurrah! |
Hurrah! |
the flag that makes you free!
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So we sang the from Atlanta to the sea
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While we were marching through Georgia.
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Hurrah! |
Hurrah! |
we bring the jubilee!
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Hurrah! |
Hurrah! |
the flag that makes you free!
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So we sang the from Atlanta to the sea
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While we were marching through Georgia.
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While we were marching through Georgia.
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While we were marching through Georgia. |