Sweet Honey in the Rock Follow

WE are coloured Yankee soldiers who've enlisted for the war;
We are fighting for the Union, we are fighting for the law;
We can shoot a rebel farther than a white man ever saw,
As we go marching on.

Chorus.--
Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah, as we go marching on.

Look there above the center, where the flag is waving bright;
We are going out of slavery, we are bound for freedom's light;
We mean to show Jeff Davis how the Africans can fight,
As we go marching on.--Chorus.

We are done with hoeing cotton, we are done with hoeing corn;
We are coloured Yankee soldiers just as sure as you are born.
When the rebels hears us shouting, he will think it's Gabriel's horn,
As we go marching on.--Chorus.

They will have to pay us wages, for the wages of their sin;
They will have to bow their foreheads to their coloured kith and kin;
They will have to give us house-room, or the roof will tumble in,
As we go marching on.--Chorus.

We hear the proclamation, rebels, crush it as you will;
The birds will sing it to us, hopping on the cotton hill;
The possum up the gum tree couldn't keep it still,
As he went climbing on.--Chorus.

Abraham has spoken, and the message has been sent;
The prison doors have opened, and out the prisoners went
To join the sable army of African descent,
As we go marching on.--Chorus.