three hundred thousand more
From Mississippi's winding stream
and from New England shore
We leave our cows and workshops,
our wives and children dear
With hearts too full for utterance,
We dare not look behind us,
We are coming, Father Abram,
three hundred thousand more.
We are coming, Father Abram,
with three hundred thousand
If you look across the hilltops
that meet the northern sky
Long -moving lines of rising dust
And now the wind an instant
as the cloud evaled aside
And floats aloft our spangled flag
And parrots in the sunlight
We are coming, Father Abram,
We are coming, Father Abram,
If you look all up our valleys
where the glowing harvests shine.
You may see our sturdy farmer boys
And children from their mothers' knees
are pulling at the weeds.
And learning how to reap and sow
against their country's needs.
And a farewell group stands weeping
We are coming, Father Abram,
We are coming farther deeper
with three hundred thousand
by Richmond's bloody tide
To lay us down for freedom's sake,
our brother's bones beside.
For from foul treason, savage group,
to wrench the murderous blade.
And in the face of foreign foes,
Six hundred thousand loyal men
and true have gone before.
We are coming, Father Abram,
three hundred thousand more.
We are coming for the freedom, victory,
For the land of ours and more!