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