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! Hallelujah! (Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!) Glory! Hallelujah! (Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!) 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! Hallelujah! (Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!) Glory! Hallelujah! (Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!) Hallelujah! As we go marching on We have done with hoein' cotton (We have done with hoein' corn) We are colored Yankee soldiers (Just as sure as you are born) When the master hears us yelling (They will think it's Gabriel's horn) As we go marching on Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! (Glory! Hallelujah!) Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! (Glory! Hallelujah!) Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! (Hallelujah!) As we go marching on Fall in, you colored brethren, you had better do it soon Don't you hear the drum a-comin' 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! Hallelujah! (Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!) Glory! Hallelujah! (Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!) Hallelujah! As we go marching on As we go marching on