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

Hurrah Hurrah we bring the jubileeHurrah

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

Hurrah Hurrah we bring the jubilee

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 into cheers

While we were marching through Georgia

Hurrah Hurrah we bring the jubilee

Sherman’ 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

Hurrah Hurrah we bring the jubilee

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

Hurrah Hurrah we bring the jubilee