[00:10.078]We are coming, Father Abraham, three hundred thousand more,
[00:14.676]From Mississippi's winding stream and from New England's shore.
[00:19.266]We leave our plows and workshops, our wives and children dear,
[00:23.860]With hearts too full for utterance, with but a silent tear.
[00:28.450]We dare not look behind us but steadfastly before.
[00:33.040]We are coming, Father Abraham, three hundred thousand more!
[00:37.925]We are coming, coming, our Union to restore,
[00:42.802]We are coming, Father Abraham, three hundred thousand more!
[00:56.258]If you look across the hilltops that meet the northern sky,
[01:00.852]Long moving lines of rising dust your vision may descry;
[01:05.435]And now the wind, an instant, tears the cloudy veil aside,
[01:09.739]And floats aloft our spangled flag in glory and in pride;
[01:14.326]And bayonets in the sunlight gleam, and bands brave music pour,
[01:18.912]We are coming, father Abr'am, three hundred thousand more!
[01:23.507]We are coming, coming, our Union to restore,
[01:28.386]We are coming, Father Abraham, three hundred thousand more!
[01:41.282]If you look up all our valleys where the growing harvests shine,
[01:46.045]You may see our sturdy farmer boys fast forming into line;
[01:50.239]And children from their mother's knees are pulling at the weeds,
[01:55.006]And learning how to reap and sow against their country's needs;
[01:59.477]And a farewell group stands weeping at every cottage door,
[02:03.960]We are coming, Father Abr'am, three hundred thousand more!
[02:08.718]We are coming, coming, our Union to restore,
[02:13.201]We are coming, Father Abraham, three hundred thousand more!