[00:38.434]We are coming, Father Abraham, three hundred thousand more,
[00:42.070]From Mississippi's winding stream and from New England's shore.
[00:45.713]We leave our plows and workshops, our wives and children dear,
[00:49.637]With hearts too full for utterance, with but a silent tear.
[00:53.277]We dare not look behind us but steadfastly before.
[00:56.923]We are coming, Father Abraham, three hundred thousand more!
[01:00.841]We are coming, we are coming, our Union to restore,
[01:04.486]We are coming, Father Abraham, with three hundred thousand more!
[01:08.607]We are coming, Father Abraham, with three hundred thousand more!
[01:11.970]If you look across the hilltops that meet the northern sky,
[01:15.603]Long moving lines of rising dust your vision may descry;
[01:19.518]And now the wind, an instant, tears the cloudy veil aside,
[01:23.436]And floats aloft our spangled flag in glory and in pride;
[01:27.067]And bayonets in the sunlight gleam, and bands brave music pour,
[01:30.986]We are coming, father Abr'am, three hundred thousand more!
[01:34.622]We are coming, we are coming, our Union to restore,
[01:38.260]We are coming, Father Abraham, with three hundred thousand more!
[01:42.184]We are coming, Father Abraham, with three hundred thousand more!