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’ll 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 people 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

Yes and there were Union men who wept with joyful tears
When they saw the honored flag they hadn't seen for years
Hardly could they be restrained from breaking forth in cheers
While we were marching through Georgia

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

"Sherman's dashing Yankee boys’ll 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

So we made a thorough fare 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
Hurrah, hurrah! The flag that makes you free
So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea
While we were marching through Georgia


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
While we were marching through Georgia
While we were marching through Georgia