Oh, we're the bully soldiers of the "First of Arkansas,"

We are fighting for the Union

We are fighting for the law

We can hit a Rebel further

than a white man ever saw

As we go marching on

Glory, glory hallelujah

Glory, glory hallelujah

Glory, glory hallelujah

As we go marching on

We heard the Proclamation, master hush it as he will

The bird he sing it to us

hoppin' on the cotton hill

the possum up the gum tree he couldn't keep it still

As he went climbing on

Glory, glory hallelujah

Glory, glory hallelujah

Glory, glory hallelujah

As we go marching on

We have done with hoeing cotton

(we have done with hoeing corn)

We are colored Yankee soldiers

(just, as sure as you are born)

When the masters hear us yelling

(they'll think it's Gabriel's horn)

As we go marching on.

Glory, glory hallelujah

Glory, glory hallelujah

Glory, glory hallelujah

As we go marching on!

Fall in you colored brethren

you had better do it soon

Don't you hear the drum a-beating to the Yankee Doodle tune

We are with you now this morning

we'll be far away at noon

As we go marching on

Glory, glory hallelujah

Glory, glory hallelujah

Glory, glory hallelujah

As we go marching on

As we go marching