Song | Southron's Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! |
Artist | 2nd South Carolina String Band |
Album | DULCEM MELODIES |
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[00:00.000] | 作曲 : Traditional |
[00:04.349] | In my prison cell I sit, |
[00:06.430] | thinking, Mother, dear, of you, |
[00:08.519] | and my happy Southern home so far away; |
[00:12.749] | and my eyes they fill with tears |
[00:14.932] | 'spite of all that I can do, |
[00:16.939] | though I try to cheer my comrades and be gay. |
[00:21.824] | Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! |
[00:23.397] | The boys are marching; |
[00:27.020] | cheer up, comrades, they will come. |
[00:29.701] | And beneath the stars and bars |
[00:31.815] | we shall breathe the air again |
[00:33.888] | of free men in our own beloved home. |
[00:38.196] | In the battle front we stood |
[00:40.323] | when their fiercest charge they made, |
[00:42.426] | and our soldiers by the thousands sank to die; |
[00:46.643] | but before they reached our lines, |
[00:48.737] | they were driven back dismayed, |
[00:50.830] | and the "Rebel yell" went upward to the sky. |
[00:55.130] | Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! |
[00:57.021] | The boys are marching; |
[00:59.847] | cheer up, comrades, they will come. |
[01:03.573] | And beneath the stars and bars |
[01:05.705] | we shall breathe the air again |
[01:07.715] | of free men in our own beloved home. |
[01:12.154] | Now our great commander Lee |
[01:14.097] | crosses broad Potomac's stream, |
[01:16.075] | and his legions marching Northward take their way. |
[01:20.354] | On Pennsylvania's roads |
[01:22.368] | will their trusty muskets gleam, |
[01:24.506] | and her iron hills shall echo to the fray. |
[01:29.289] | Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! |
[01:30.709] | The boys are marching; |
[01:33.503] | cheer up, comrades, they will come. |
[01:37.273] | And beneath the stars and bars |
[01:39.322] | we shall breathe the air again |
[01:41.420] | of free men in our own beloved home. |
[02:02.647] | Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! |
[02:04.477] | The boys are marching; |
[02:07.330] | cheer up, comrades, they will come. |
[02:10.939] | And beneath the stars and bars |
[02:12.999] | we shall breathe the air again |
[02:15.006] | of free men in our own beloved home. |
[02:19.257] | In the cruel stockade-pen |
[02:21.329] | dying slowly day by day, |
[02:23.459] | for weary months we've waited all in vain; |
[02:27.773] | but if God will speed the way |
[02:29.698] | of our gallant boys in gray, |
[02:31.827] | I shall see your face, dear Mother, yet again. |
[02:36.593] | Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! |
[02:38.325] | The boys are marching; |
[02:40.818] | cheer up, comrades, they will come. |
[02:44.477] | And beneath the stars and bars |
[02:46.682] | we shall breathe the air again |
[02:48.687] | of free men in our own beloved home. |
[02:53.157] | Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! |
[02:54.844] | The boys are marching; |
[02:57.765] | cheer up, comrades, they will come. |
[03:01.469] | And beneath the stars and bars |
[03:03.573] | we shall breathe the air again |
[03:05.730] | of free men in our own beloved home. |
[03:10.371] | And beneath the stars and bars |
[03:12.060] | we shall breathe the air again |
[03:15.660] | of free men in our own beloved home. |
[00:00.000] | zuo qu : Traditional |
[00:04.349] | In my prison cell I sit, |
[00:06.430] | thinking, Mother, dear, of you, |
[00:08.519] | and my happy Southern home so far away |
[00:12.749] | and my eyes they fill with tears |
[00:14.932] | ' spite of all that I can do, |
[00:16.939] | though I try to cheer my comrades and be gay. |
[00:21.824] | Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! |
[00:23.397] | The boys are marching |
[00:27.020] | cheer up, comrades, they will come. |
[00:29.701] | And beneath the stars and bars |
[00:31.815] | we shall breathe the air again |
[00:33.888] | of free men in our own beloved home. |
[00:38.196] | In the battle front we stood |
[00:40.323] | when their fiercest charge they made, |
[00:42.426] | and our soldiers by the thousands sank to die |
[00:46.643] | but before they reached our lines, |
[00:48.737] | they were driven back dismayed, |
[00:50.830] | and the " Rebel yell" went upward to the sky. |
[00:55.130] | Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! |
[00:57.021] | The boys are marching |
[00:59.847] | cheer up, comrades, they will come. |
[01:03.573] | And beneath the stars and bars |
[01:05.705] | we shall breathe the air again |
[01:07.715] | of free men in our own beloved home. |
[01:12.154] | Now our great commander Lee |
[01:14.097] | crosses broad Potomac' s stream, |
[01:16.075] | and his legions marching Northward take their way. |
[01:20.354] | On Pennsylvania' s roads |
[01:22.368] | will their trusty muskets gleam, |
[01:24.506] | and her iron hills shall echo to the fray. |
[01:29.289] | Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! |
[01:30.709] | The boys are marching |
[01:33.503] | cheer up, comrades, they will come. |
[01:37.273] | And beneath the stars and bars |
[01:39.322] | we shall breathe the air again |
[01:41.420] | of free men in our own beloved home. |
[02:02.647] | Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! |
[02:04.477] | The boys are marching |
[02:07.330] | cheer up, comrades, they will come. |
[02:10.939] | And beneath the stars and bars |
[02:12.999] | we shall breathe the air again |
[02:15.006] | of free men in our own beloved home. |
[02:19.257] | In the cruel stockadepen |
[02:21.329] | dying slowly day by day, |
[02:23.459] | for weary months we' ve waited all in vain |
[02:27.773] | but if God will speed the way |
[02:29.698] | of our gallant boys in gray, |
[02:31.827] | I shall see your face, dear Mother, yet again. |
[02:36.593] | Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! |
[02:38.325] | The boys are marching |
[02:40.818] | cheer up, comrades, they will come. |
[02:44.477] | And beneath the stars and bars |
[02:46.682] | we shall breathe the air again |
[02:48.687] | of free men in our own beloved home. |
[02:53.157] | Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! |
[02:54.844] | The boys are marching |
[02:57.765] | cheer up, comrades, they will come. |
[03:01.469] | And beneath the stars and bars |
[03:03.573] | we shall breathe the air again |
[03:05.730] | of free men in our own beloved home. |
[03:10.371] | And beneath the stars and bars |
[03:12.060] | we shall breathe the air again |
[03:15.660] | of free men in our own beloved home. |
[00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Traditional |
[00:04.349] | In my prison cell I sit, |
[00:06.430] | thinking, Mother, dear, of you, |
[00:08.519] | and my happy Southern home so far away |
[00:12.749] | and my eyes they fill with tears |
[00:14.932] | ' spite of all that I can do, |
[00:16.939] | though I try to cheer my comrades and be gay. |
[00:21.824] | Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! |
[00:23.397] | The boys are marching |
[00:27.020] | cheer up, comrades, they will come. |
[00:29.701] | And beneath the stars and bars |
[00:31.815] | we shall breathe the air again |
[00:33.888] | of free men in our own beloved home. |
[00:38.196] | In the battle front we stood |
[00:40.323] | when their fiercest charge they made, |
[00:42.426] | and our soldiers by the thousands sank to die |
[00:46.643] | but before they reached our lines, |
[00:48.737] | they were driven back dismayed, |
[00:50.830] | and the " Rebel yell" went upward to the sky. |
[00:55.130] | Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! |
[00:57.021] | The boys are marching |
[00:59.847] | cheer up, comrades, they will come. |
[01:03.573] | And beneath the stars and bars |
[01:05.705] | we shall breathe the air again |
[01:07.715] | of free men in our own beloved home. |
[01:12.154] | Now our great commander Lee |
[01:14.097] | crosses broad Potomac' s stream, |
[01:16.075] | and his legions marching Northward take their way. |
[01:20.354] | On Pennsylvania' s roads |
[01:22.368] | will their trusty muskets gleam, |
[01:24.506] | and her iron hills shall echo to the fray. |
[01:29.289] | Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! |
[01:30.709] | The boys are marching |
[01:33.503] | cheer up, comrades, they will come. |
[01:37.273] | And beneath the stars and bars |
[01:39.322] | we shall breathe the air again |
[01:41.420] | of free men in our own beloved home. |
[02:02.647] | Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! |
[02:04.477] | The boys are marching |
[02:07.330] | cheer up, comrades, they will come. |
[02:10.939] | And beneath the stars and bars |
[02:12.999] | we shall breathe the air again |
[02:15.006] | of free men in our own beloved home. |
[02:19.257] | In the cruel stockadepen |
[02:21.329] | dying slowly day by day, |
[02:23.459] | for weary months we' ve waited all in vain |
[02:27.773] | but if God will speed the way |
[02:29.698] | of our gallant boys in gray, |
[02:31.827] | I shall see your face, dear Mother, yet again. |
[02:36.593] | Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! |
[02:38.325] | The boys are marching |
[02:40.818] | cheer up, comrades, they will come. |
[02:44.477] | And beneath the stars and bars |
[02:46.682] | we shall breathe the air again |
[02:48.687] | of free men in our own beloved home. |
[02:53.157] | Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! |
[02:54.844] | The boys are marching |
[02:57.765] | cheer up, comrades, they will come. |
[03:01.469] | And beneath the stars and bars |
[03:03.573] | we shall breathe the air again |
[03:05.730] | of free men in our own beloved home. |
[03:10.371] | And beneath the stars and bars |
[03:12.060] | we shall breathe the air again |
[03:15.660] | of free men in our own beloved home. |