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.

CHORUS:-
Hurrah! Hurrah! We bring the Jubilee
Hurrah! Hurrah! the flag that makes you free.
So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea,
While we were marching through Georgia.

How the darkies shouted when they heard the joyful sound,
How the turkeys gobbled which our commissary found.
How the sweet potatoes even started from the ground,
While we were marching through Georgia.

CHORUS

Yes, and there were Union men who
wept with joyful tears,
When they saw the honoured flag
they had not seen for years.
Hardly could they be restrained
from breaking out in cheers,
While we were marching through Georgia.
CHORUS

"Shermans 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.
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.