Marching Song Lyrics
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
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
As we go marching on
We heard the Proclamation master hush it as he will
The bird he sing it to us
hoppin' on the cotton hill
the possum up the gum tree he couldn't keep it still
As he went climbing on
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
As we go marching on
We have done with hoeing cotton
we have done with hoeing corn
We are colored Yankee soldiers
just 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
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
As we go marching on
Fall in you colored brethren
you had better do it soon
Don't you hear the drum a-beating to the Yankee Doodle tune
We are with you now this morning
we'll be far away at noon
As we go marching on
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
As we go marching on
As we go marching on