[00:08.876]We are coming, Father Abraham, three hundred thousand more,
[00:13.465]From Mississippi's winding stream and from New England's shore.
[00:17.781]We leave our plows and workshops, our wives and children dear,
[00:22.342]With hearts too full for utterance, with but a silent tear.
[00:26.648]We dare not look behind us but steadfastly before.
[00:31.242]We are coming, Father Abraham, three hundred thousand more!
[00:35.521]We are coming, coming, our Union to restore,
[00:40.122]We are coming, Father Abraham, three hundred thousand more!
[00:52.436]If you look across the hilltops that meet the northern sky,
[00:57.028]Long moving lines of rising dust your vision may descry;
[01:01.336]And now the wind, an instant, tears the cloudy veil aside,
[01:05.635]And floats aloft our spangled flag in glory and in pride;
[01:09.940]And bayonets in the sunlight gleam, and bands brave music pour,
[01:14.536]We are coming, father Abr'am, three hundred thousand more!
[01:19.133]We are coming, coming, our Union to restore,
[01:23.434]We are coming, Father Abraham, three hundred thousand more!
[01:36.347]If you look up all our valleys where the growing harvests shine,
[01:40.655]You may see our sturdy farmer boys fast forming into line;
[01:45.246]And children from their mother's knees are pulling at the weeds,
[01:49.566]And learning how to reap and sow against their country's needs;
[01:53.592]And a farewell group stands weeping at every cottage door,
[01:58.188]We are coming, Father Abr'am, three hundred thousand more!
[02:02.790]We are coming, coming, our Union to restore,
[02:07.348]We are coming, Father Abraham, three hundred thousand more!