“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 on a host, While we were marching through Georgia.—Chorus.
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.—Chorus.
THE BATTLE-CRY OF FREEDOM.
Chorus.—The Union forever, hurrah! boys, hurrah, Down with the traitor, up with the star, While we rally round the flag, boys, rally once again, Shouting the battle-cry of freedom.
We are springing to the call of our brothers gone before, Shouting the battle-cry of freedom, And we’ll fill the vacant ranks with a million freemen more, Shouting the battle-cry of freedom.—Chorus.