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WE ARE COMING, FATHER ABRAAM |
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3 If you look up all our valleys, where the growing harvests shine, You may see our sturdy farmer boys fast forming into line: And children from their mothers' knees arc pulling at the weeds,. And learning how to reap and sow, against their country's neerds; And a farewell group stands weeping at every cottage door,
We are coming, Father Abraam, three hundred thousand more.
4 You have called us, and we're coming.by Richmond's bloody tide, To lay us down for freedom's sake, our brother's bones beside;
Or from foul treason's savage group to wrench the murd'rous blade, And in the face of foreign foes its fragments to parade; Six hundred thousand loyal men and true have gone before, We are coming, Father Abraam, three hundred thousand more. |
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