In the prison cell I sit,
  Thinking, mother dear, of you,
And our bright and happy home so far away,
  And the tears they fill my eyes,
Spite of all that I can do,
  Tho’ I try to cheer my comrades and be gay.

Trump, tramp, tramp, the boys are marching,
  Oh, cheer up, comrades, they will come,
And beneath the starry flag we...