Lyrics
- 1. Oh, we're the bully soldiers of the “First of Arkansas,”
- We are fighting for the Union, we are fighting for the law,
- We can hit a Rebel further than a white man ever saw,
- As we go marching on.
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- Chorus:
- Glory, glory hallelujah.
- Glory, glory hallelujah.
- Glory, glory hallelujah.
- As we go marching on.
- 2. See, there above the center, where the flag is waving bright,
- We are going out of slavery; we're bound for freedom's light;
- We mean to show Jeff Davis how the Africans can fight,
- As we go marching on! (Chorus)
- 3. We have done with hoeing cotton, we have done with hoeing corn,
- We are colored Yankee soldiers, now, as sure as you are born;
- When the masters hear us yelling, they'll think it's Gabriel's horn,
- As we go marching on. (Chorus)
- 4. They will have to pay us wages, the wages of their sin,
- They will have to bow their foreheads to their colored kith and kin,
- They will have to give us house-room, or the roof shall tumble in!
- As we go marching on. (Chorus)
- 5. We heard the Proclamation, master hush it as he will,
- The bird he sing it to us, hoppin' on the cotton hill,
- And the possum up the gum tree, he couldn't keep it still,
- As he went climbing on. (Chorus)
- 6. They said, “Now colored brethren, you shall be forever free,
- From the first of January, Eighteen hundred sixty-three.”
- We heard it in the river going rushing to the sea,
- As it went sounding on. (Chorus)
- 7. Father Abraham has spoken and the message has been sent,
- The prison doors he opened, and out the pris'ners went,
- To join the sable army of “African descent,”
- As we go marching on. (Chorus)
- 8. Then fall in, colored brethren, you'd better do it soon,
- Don't you hear the drum a-beating the Yankee Doodle tune?
- We are with you now this morning, we'll be far away at noon,
- As we go marching on. (Chorus)
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