So within the prison cell We are waiting for the day That shall come to open wide the iron door, And the hollow eyes grow bright, And the poor heart almost gay, As we think of seeing friends and home once more. -Clw.

On, On, On, the Boys Came Marching.^[1] (Sequel to "Tramp, Tramp, Tramp." Pat's Pick, page 42.) _. , , t Flats. O! the day it came at last, When the glorious tramp was heard, And the boys came marching fifty thousand strong And we grasped each other's hand, Though we uttered not a word, As the booming of our cannon rolled along. Chorus— On, on, on, the boys came marching, Like a grand, majestic sea, And they dashed away the guard from the heavy iron door, And we btood beneath the starry banner, free. O, the feeblest heart grew strong, And the most despondent sure, When we heard the thrilling sounds we loved so well, For we knew that want and woe We no longer should endure, When the hosts of freedom reached our prison cell. —Cho.

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