Now for the Union let’s give three rousing cheers, As we go marching on. Hip, hip, hip, hip, Hurrah!
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,
How the darkeys 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.—Chorus.
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.—Chorus.