Bring the good old bugle, boys, we'll sing another song. Sing it with the spirit that will start the world along. Sing it as we used to sing it, 50,000 strong, while we were marching through Georgia. Hurrah! Hurrah! 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. There were many Union men who wept with joyful tears, when they saw the honored flag they had not seen for years. Hardly could they be restrained from breaking forth in cheers, while we were marching through Georgia. Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! We bring the jubilee. Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! The flag that makes you free. So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea, 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. Reason fled before us, for resistance was in vain, while we were marching through Georgia. Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! We bring the jubilee. Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! The flag that makes you free. So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea, while we were marching, while we were marching, while we were marching through Georgia.