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, hopping on the cotton hill
And 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, now, 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
Then fall in, colored brethren, you’d better do it soon
Don’t you hear the drum a-drumming 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 on