Marching On
Old Abe's in the White House, taking a snooze,
Gen'ral Grant is a-busting his gut with his booze,
While we're out in the snow and we got no shoes
But let's keep a-marching on.
cho: Glory, glory, hallelujah (3x)
Let's keep a-marching on.
Every time you shoot a Rebel, there is one thing for shore,
Every time you shoot a Rebel, there is one thing for shore,
For every one you shoot there will be a dozen more
But let's keep a-marching on.
Old Abe he freed the colored folk, Glory Hallelue!
Old Abe he freed the colored folk, Glory Hallelue!
I wish to the Lord he would free me too,
And I'd go a-marching home.
They say that we are winning, but I can't hardly tell
They say that we are winning, but I can't hardly tell
For down at Chickamaugie they surely gave us hell
But we go marching on.
Winter is a-coming, it's a-getting mighty cold,
Winter is a-coming, it's a-getting mighty cold,
Soon all the generals will be a-crawling in their holes
While we go marching on.
Collected by Frank Warner from Frank Proffitt, 1959
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Marching On
Old Abe's in the White House, taking a snooze,
Gen'ral Grant is a-busting his gut with his booze,
While we're out in the snow and we got no shoes
But let's keep a-marching on.
cho: Glory, glory, hallelujah (3x)
Let's keep a-marching on.
Every time you shoot a Rebel, there is one thing for shore,
Every time you shoot a Rebel, there is one thing for shore,
For every one you shoot there will be a dozen more
But let's keep a-marching on.
Old Abe he freed the colored folk, Glory Hallelue!
Old Abe he freed the colored folk, Glory Hallelue!
I wish to the Lord he would free me too,
And I'd go a-marching home.
They say that we are winning, but I can't hardly tell
They say that we are winning, but I can't hardly tell
For down at Chickamaugie they surely gave us hell
But we go marching on.
Winter is a-coming, it's a-getting mighty cold,
Winter is a-coming, it's a-getting mighty cold,
Soon all the generals will be a-crawling in their holes
While we go marching on.
Collected by Frank Warner from Frank Proffitt, 1959
Old Abe's in the White House, taking a snooze,
Gen'ral Grant is a-busting his gut with his booze,
While we're out in the snow and we got no shoes
But let's keep a-marching on.
cho: Glory, glory, hallelujah (3x)
Let's keep a-marching on.
Every time you shoot a Rebel, there is one thing for shore,
Every time you shoot a Rebel, there is one thing for shore,
For every one you shoot there will be a dozen more
But let's keep a-marching on.
Old Abe he freed the colored folk, Glory Hallelue!
Old Abe he freed the colored folk, Glory Hallelue!
I wish to the Lord he would free me too,
And I'd go a-marching home.
They say that we are winning, but I can't hardly tell
They say that we are winning, but I can't hardly tell
For down at Chickamaugie they surely gave us hell
But we go marching on.
Winter is a-coming, it's a-getting mighty cold,
Winter is a-coming, it's a-getting mighty cold,
Soon all the generals will be a-crawling in their holes
While we go marching on.
Collected by Frank Warner from Frank Proffitt, 1959