"Trump! Trump! Trump! He Needs to be Voted Out" - A Variation of "Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!"

During the American Civil War (1861-1865), many Songs were published and sung. One of them was "Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!" and it went:

In the prison cell I sit, thinking Mother, dear, of you,
And our bright and happy home so far away,
And the tears they fill my eyes 'spite of all that I can do,
Tho' I try to cheer my comrades and be gay.

Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! The boys are marching,
Cheer up comrades they will come,
And beneath the starry flag we shall breathe the air again,
Of the free land in our own beloved home.

In the battle front we stood, when their fiercest charge they made,
And they swept us off a hundred men or more,
But before we reached their lines, they were beaten back dismayed,
And we heard the cry of vict'ry o'er and o'er.

Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! The boys are marching,
Cheer up comrades they will come,
And beneath the starry flag we shall breathe the air again,
Of the free land in our own beloved home.

So within the prison cell we are waiting for the day

That shall come to open wide the iron door.
And the hollow eye grows bright, and the poor heart almost gay,
As we think of seeing home and friends once more.

Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! The boys are marching,
Cheer up comrades they will come,
And beneath the starry flag we shall breathe the air again,
Of the free land in our own beloved home.

Give a listen here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xFTzCZBIESo

You may have noticed Tramp is one letter off from Trump. So I rewrote the song into a song to support former Vice President Joe Biden's bid for President against incumbent President Donald Trump. I present Trump! Trump! Trump! He Needs to be Voted Out, sung to the same tune:

At my computer desk I sit, thinking Mother, dear, of you,
And our free and equal society so far away,
And the tears they fill my eyes 'spite of all that I can do,
Tho' I try to cheer my comrades and be gay.

Trump! Trump! Trump! He needs to be voted out,
Cheer up comrades it will come,
And beneath the starry flag we shall breathe the air again,
Of the free land in our own beloved home.

In the election booth we stood, when their fiercest attacks were made,
And they swept us off a hundred men or more,
But before we reached their lines, they were beaten back dismayed,
And we heard the cry of vict'ry o'er and o'er.

Trump! Trump! Trump! He needs to be voted out,
Cheer up comrades it will come,
And beneath the starry flag we shall breathe the air again,
Of the free land in our own beloved home.

So with the ballot box we are waiting for the day
That shall elected Joe Biden, President of our Land
And the hollow eye grows bright, and the poor heart almost gay,
As we once again strive for Liberty and Equality

Trump! Trump! Trump! He needs to be voted out,
Cheer up comrades it will come,
And beneath the starry flag we shall breathe the air again,
Of the free land in our own beloved home.

Since I'm a terrible singer, I am not going to sing it but if anyone want to preform it and publish it online, please send me the link so that others may be able to listen as well. And I will not object to anyone deciding to write a pro-Trump version as well, I just request you publish that version elsewhere online and not underneath this version. However, I will not hold you to that unless it is offensive.

-Jonathan Berry