WE'VE A MILLION IN THE FIELD
The flags are flying, and brave men are dying,
The din of the battle is revealed;
The Union's quaking, the land is shaking
With the tramp of a million in the field.
We've a million in the field,
We've a million in the field;
While our flag is slighted, with hearts united,
We can bring a million more to the field.
We were peaceful hearted, in days departed.
While foes kept their blighted plans concealed;
But they now must weather, the storms they gather,
For they must meet a million in the field.-Chorus.
Down in old Kentucky, they're true and plucky
They know that the Union is their shield;
And they'll do their duty, in all its beauty,
When they find we've a million in the field-- Chorus