Tennessee Ernie Ford — 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, hopping on the cotton hill And 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, now, 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 Then fall in, colored brethren, you’d better do it soon Don’t you hear the drum a-drumming 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