On! On! On! The Boys Came Marching
THOMAS G. DOYLE , BOOKSELLER AND STATIONER,
On! On! On! The Boys Came Marching.
Oh! the day it came at last
When the glorious tramp was heard,
And the boys came marching fifty thousand strong
And we grasped each other’s hands,
Though we uttered not a word,
As the booming of our cannon rolled along.
On, on, on, the boys came marching,
Like a grand majestic sea;
And they dashed away the guard from the heavy iron door,
And we stood beneath the starry banner free.
Oh! the feeblest heart grew strong,
And the most despondent sure,
When we heard the thrilling sounds we love so well,
For we knew that want and woe
We no longer should endure,
When the hosts of freedom reached our prison cell.
Oh! the war is over now,
And we’re safe at home again,
And the cause we starved and suffered for is won;
But we never can forget,
’Mid our woe and ’mid our pain,
How the glorious Union boys came tramping on.
(Music Published by Root & Co., Chicago.)