作曲 : E. W. Locke
 Our knapsacks sling
 And blithely sing,
 We're marching on to Richmond
 With weapons bright
 And hearts so light
 We're marching on to Richmond
 Each weary mile
 With song beguile
 We're marching on to Richmond
 The roads are rough
 But smooth enough
 To take us safe to Richmond!
 Then tramp away
 While the bugles play
 We're marching on to Richmond
 Our flag shall gleam in the morning beam
 From many a spire in Richmond
 Our foes are near
 Their drums we hear
 They're camped about in Richmond
 With pickets out
 To tell the route
 Our army takes to Richmond
 We've crafty foes
 To meet our blows
 No doubt they'll fight for Richmond
 The brave may die
 But never fly
 We'll cut our way to Richmond
 Then tramp away
 While the bugles play
 We're marching on to Richmond
 Our flag shall gleam in the morning beam
 From many a spire in Richmond
 But yesterday
 In murd'rous fray
 While marching on to Richmond
 We parted here
 From comrades dear
 While marching on to Richmond
 With manly sighs
 And tearful eyes
 While marching on to Richmond
 We laid the braves
 In peaceful graves
 And started on for Richmond
 Then tramp away
 While the bugles play
 We're marching on to Richmond
 Our flag shall gleam in the morning beam
 From many a spire in Richmond
 Our friends away
 Are sad today
 Because we march to Richmond
 With loving fears
 They shrink to hear
 About our march to Richmond
 The pen shall tell
 That they who fell
 While marching on to Richmond
 Had hearts aglow
 And face to foe
 While marching on to Richmond
 Then tramp away
 While the bugles play
 We're marching on to Richmond
 Our flag shall gleam in the morning beam
 From many a spire in Richmond
 Our thoughts shall roam
 To scenes of home
 While marching on to Richmond
 The vacant chair
 That's waiting there
 While we march on to Richmond
 'Twill not be long
 Till shout and song
 We'll raise aloud in Richmond
 And war's rude blast
 Will soon be past
 And we'll go home from Richmond
 Then tramp away
 While the bugles play
 We're marching on to Richmond
 Our flag shall gleam in the morning beam
 From many a spire in Richmond