[Jimmy Valentine's brother]

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.

There were 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.

(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.

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)
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.

[Idabilly]

Come, all ye sons of freedom, and join our Southern band, We are going to fight the Yankees and drive them from our land. Justice is our motto and providence our guide, So jump into the wagon, and we'll all take a ride.

CHORUS: Wait for the wagon! The dissolution wagon! The South is the wagon, and we'll all take a ride.

Secession is our watchword, our rights we all demand; To defend our homes and firesides, we pledge our hearts and hands; Jeff Davis is our president, with Stephens by his side; Brave Beauregard, our General, will join us in the ride.--CHORUS

Our wagon is the very best, the running gear is good; Stuffed 'round the sides with cotton, and made of Southern wood. Carolina is the driver, with Georgia by her side, Virginia holds the flag up, and we'll all take a ride.--CHORUS

There are Tennessee and Texas also in the ring; They wouldn't have a government where cotton wasn't king. Alabama and Florida have long ago replied; Mississippi and Louisiana are anxious for the ride.--CHORUS

Old Lincoln and his Congressmen with Seward by his side, Put old Scott in the wagon just for to take a ride. McDowell was the driver, to cross Bull Run he tried, But there he left the wagon for Beauregard to ride.--CHORUS

Manassas was the battleground. the field was fair and wide; They Yankees thought they'd whip us out, and on to Richmond ride; But when they met our "Dixie" boys, their danger they espied; They wheeled about for Washington, and didn't wait to ride.--CHORUS

The Tennessee boys are in the field, eager for the fray; They can whip the Yankee boys three to one, they say; And when they get in conflict with Davis by their side, They'll pitch into the Yankee boys and then you'll see them slide.--CHORUS

Our cause is just and holy, our men are brave and true; We'll whip the Lincoln cutthroats is all we have to do. God bless our noble army; in Him we all confide; So jump into the wagon and we'll all take a ride.--CHORUS