Marching On



Old Abe's in the White House, taking a snooze,

Gen'ral Grant is a-busting his gut with his booze,

While we're out in the snow and we got no shoes

But let's keep a-marching on.



cho: Glory, glory, hallelujah (3x)

Let's keep a-marching on.



Every time you shoot a Rebel, there is one thing for shore,

Every time you shoot a Rebel, there is one thing for shore,

For every one you shoot there will be a dozen more

But let's keep a-marching on.



Old Abe he freed the colored folk, Glory Hallelue!

Old Abe he freed the colored folk, Glory Hallelue!

I wish to the Lord he would free me too,

And I'd go a-marching home.

They say that we are winning, but I can't hardly tell

They say that we are winning, but I can't hardly tell

For down at Chickamaugie they surely gave us hell

But we go marching on.



Winter is a-coming, it's a-getting mighty cold,

Winter is a-coming, it's a-getting mighty cold,

Soon all the generals will be a-crawling in their holes

While we go marching on.



Collected by Frank Warner from Frank Proffitt, 1959

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