General Sherman's March through Georgia

There was a large number of Norwegians who took part in "Sherman's March to
the Sea" Therefore the following songs have interest here also.
(As a conclusion of the accounts from the war)

"Marching through Georgia:"

"When Sherman marched......."

Marching Through Georgia

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.
Chorus:
"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.

How the darkeys 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.
Chorus:

Yes, and there were Union men who wept with joyful tears,
When they saw the honor'd flag they had not seen for years;
Hardly could they be restrained from breaking forth in cheers,
While we were marching through Georgia.
Chorus:

"Sherman's 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.
Chorus:
.
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.
Chorus:

When Sherman Marched Down To The Sea

Our campfires shone bright on the mountains
That frowned on the river below.
While we stood by our guns in the morning,
And eagerly watched for the foe.
When a rider came out of the darkness
That hung over mountain and tree.
And shouted "Boys! Up and be ready!
For Sherman will march to the sea"
And shouted "Boys, up and be ready,
For Sherman will march to the sea".

Then shout upon shout for bold Sherman
Went up from each valley and glen.
And the bugles re-echoed the music
That rose from the lips of the men.
For we know that the stars in our banners
More bright in their splendor would be.
And that blessings from North land would greet us,
When Sherman marched down to the sea.
And that blessings from North land would greet us,
When Sherman marched down to the sea.

Then forward, boys, forward to battle,
We marched on our wearisome way.
And we stormed the wild hills of Resacca,
God bless those who fell on that day!
Then Kennesaw, dark in its glory,
Frowned down on the flag of the free.
But the East and the West bore our standards
When Sherman marched down to the sea
But the East and the West bore our standards
When Sherman marched down to the sea

Still onward we pressed till our banners
Swept out from Atlanta's grim walls.
And the blood of the patriot dampened
The soil where the Traitor flag falls.
We paused not to weep for the fallen
That slept by each river and tree.
But we twined them a wreath of the laurel,
When Sherman marched down to the sea.
But we twined them a wreath of the laurel,
When Sherman marched down to the sea.

Proud, proud was our army that morning,
That stood where the pine darkly towers
When Sherman said, "Boys, you are weary,
But today, fair Savannah is ours."
Then we all sang a song for our Chieftain,
That echoed o'er river and lea,
And the stars on our banners shone brighter,
When Sherman marched down to the sea.

And the stars on our banners shone brighter,
When Sherman marched down to the sea.
Our campfires shone bright on the mountains
That frowned on the river below.
While we stood by our guns in the morning,
And eagerly watched for the foe.
When a rider came out of the darkness
That hung over mountain and tree.
And shouted "Boys! Up and be ready!
For Sherman will march to the sea"
And shouted "Boys, up and be ready,
For Sherman will march to the sea".

Then shout upon shout for bold Sherman

Went up from each valley and glen.

And the bugles re-echoed the music
That rose from the lips of the men.

For we know that the stars in our banners
More bright in their splendor would be.
And that blessings from North land would greet us,
When Sherman marched down to the sea.
And that blessings from North land would greet us,
When Sherman marched down to the sea.

Then forward, boys, forward to battle,
We marched on our wearisome way.
And we stormed the wild hills of Resacca,
God bless those who fell on that day!
Then Kennesaw, dark in its glory,
Frowned down on the flag of the free.
But the East and the West bore our standards
When Sherman marched down to the sea
But the East and the West bore our standards
When Sherman marched down to the sea

Still onward we pressed till our banners
Swept out from Atlanta's grim walls.
And the blood of the patriot dampened
The soil where the Traitor flag falls.
We paused not to weep for the fallen
That slept by each river and tree.
But we twined them a wreath of the laurel,
When Sherman marched down to the sea.
But we twined them a wreath of the laurel,
When Sherman marched down to the sea.

Proud, proud was our army that morning,
That stood where the pine darkly towers
When Shermand said, "Boys, you are weary,
But today, fair Savannah is ours."
Then we all sand a song for our Chiertain,
That echoed o'er river and lea,
And the stars on our banners shone brighter,
When Sherman marched down to the sea.
And the stars on our banners shone brighter,
When Sherman marched down to the sea.

"Translation of Nordmændene i Amerika"

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