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208 MARCHING SONG.
Dey said, " Now colored bredren, you shall be forever free,
From de first ob January, eighteen hundred sixty-three ;"
We heard it in de riber goin' rushin' to de sea, As it went soundin' on.
Father Abraham has spoken, and de message has
been sent, De prison-doors he opened, and out de pris'ners
went, To join de sable army ob de " African descent," As we go marchin' on.
Den fall in, colored bredren, you 'd better do it
soon ; Don't you hear de drum a beatin' de Yankee
Doodle tune ? We are wid you now dis mornin', we '11 be far
away at noon,
As we go marchin' on.