The Union forever,
   Hurrah! boys, hurrah!
Down with the traitors,
   Up with the stars;
While we rally round the flag, boys,
   Rally once again,
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom.

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword,
His truth is marching on.

Hurrah! Hurrah!
   For Southern rights hurrah!
Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag
   That bears a single star.

I wish I was in the land ob cotton,
Old time dar am not forgotten;
  Look away! Look away!
  Look away! Dixie Land.
In Dixie Land whar I was born in,
Early on one frosty mornin,
  Look away! Look away!
  Look away! Dixie Land.

Just before the battle, Mother,
I am thinking most of you.
While upon the field we're watching,
With the enemy in view.
Comrades brave are round me lying,
Fill'd with tho'ts of home and God;
For well they know, that on the morrow,
Some will sleep beneath the sod.

Hurrah! Hurrah! We bring the jubilee!
Hurrah! Hurrah! The flag that makes your free!
So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea,
While we were marching through Georgia.

Many are the hearts that are weary tonight,
Wishing for the war to cease;
Many are the hearts looking for the right
To see the dawn of peace.
Tenting tonight,
Tenting tonight,
Tenting on the old Campground.

We are coming, Father Abra'am, three hundred thousand more,
From Mississsippi's winding stream and from New England's shore;
We leave our plows and workshops our wives and children dear,
With hearts too full for utterance, with but a silent tear;
We dare not look behind us, but steadfastly before--

When Johnny comes marching home again,
Hurray, Hurray,
We'll give him a hearty welcome then,
Hurrah, Hurrah;
The men will cheer, the boys will shout,
The ladies, they will all turn out,
And we'll all feel gay,
When Johnny comes marching home.