Marching Through Georgia

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.

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Hurrah! Hurrah! We bring the jubilee!
Hurrah! Hurrah! The flag that makes you free!
So we sang the [bad word] from Atlanta to the sea,
While we were marching through Georgia.

How the darkeys shouted when they heard the joyful sound!
How the turkeys gobbled which [bad word] found!
How the sweet potatoes even started from the ground,
    While we were marching through Georgia.
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Yes, and there were Union men who wept with joyful tears,
When they saw the honored flag they had not seen for years;
Hardly could they be restrained from breaking forth in cheers,
    While we were marching through Georgia.
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"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.
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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.