Marching Song (Of The First Arkansas Negro Regiment)

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