Marching Through Georgia --- Henry Clay Work (1865)
[A]Bring
the good old bugle boys, we’ll [D]sing
another [A]song.
Sing it with a spirit that
will [B7]start the world a-[E7]long.
[A]Sing
it as we [D]used to sing it, [A]fifty
thousand [D]strong,
[A]While
we were marching through [E]Geor-[A]gia.
[chorus] Hur-[A]rah! Hurrah! We [D]bring
the jubi-[A]lee!
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The [E]flag that makes you free!
[A]So
we sang the [D]chorus from At-[A]lanta
to the [D]sea,
[A]While
we were marching through [E]Geor-[A]gia.
[A]How
the people shouted when they [D]heard the
joyful [A]sound!
How the turkeys gobbled
which our [B7]commissary [E7]found!
[A]How
the sweet po-[D]tatoes even [A]started
from the [D]ground,
[A]While
we were marching through [E]Geor-[A]gia.
[chorus]
[A]Yes,
and there were Union men who [D]wept with
joyful [A]tears,
When they saw the honoured
flag they [B7]had not seen for [E7]years.
[A]Hardly
could they [D]be restrained from [A]breaking
out in [D]cheers,
[A]While
we were marching through [E]Geor-[A]gia
[chorus]
[A]
“Sherman’s dashing Yankee boys will [D]never
reach the [A]coast!”
So the saucy Rebels said,
and [B7] ‘twas a handsome [E7]boast.
[A]Had
they not for-[D]got, alas, to [A]reckon
with the [D]host,
[A]While
we were marching through [E]Geor-[A]gia.
[chorus]
[A]So
we made a thoroughfare for [D]Freedom and
Her [A]train,
Sixty miles in latitude,
three [B7]hundred to the [E7]main.
[A]Treason
fled be-[D]fore us, for re-[A]sistance
was in [D]vain,
[A]While
we were marching through [E]Geor-[A]gia.
[chorus] Hur-[A]rah! Hurrah! We [D]bring
the jubi-[A]lee!
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The [E]flag that makes you free!
[A]So
we sang the [D]chorus from At-[A]lanta
to the [D]sea,
[A]While
we were marching through [E]Geor-[A]gia.