Coxey's Army - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
COXEY'S ARMY. Copy right, 1894, by T. B. Harms & Co. Words by Sydney Rosenfeld. Music by Ludwig Englaender. 
We are tramps, tramps, tramps, and we're trampin', trampin' on, Up the mountain, down the valley, on the plain; Our boots are full of holes, but there's ginger in our souls, And we've all got General Coxey on the brain. We Hre tramps, tramps, tramps. and we're trampin', trampin' on, 'Neath the glory of the far cerulean sky; And we'll never, never stop, but we'll tramp until we drop, Tho' we're jigger'd if we know the reason why; Tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp, that's our occupation; Tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp, ragged population; One day's like another day, Coxey's army march away; Sing la-ra-ra-"bum"-de-ay! tramp, tramp, tramp, trump, that's our occupation; Tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp, ragged population; One day's like another day, Coxey's army march away, Sing ta-ra-ra-"bum"-de-ay.