We are coming, Father Abraham, 300,000 more,
From Mississippi's winding stream and from New England's 
shore.
We leave our plows and workshops, our wives and children 
dear,
With hearts too full for utterance, with but a silent 
tear.
We dare not look behind us but steadfastly before.
We are coming, Father Abraham, 300,000 more!
CHORUS: We are coming, we are coming our Union to 
restore,
We are coming, Father Abraham, 300,000 more!
If you look across the hilltops that meet the northern 
sky,
Long moving lines of rising dust your vision may descry;
And now the wind, an instant, tears the cloudy veil 
aside,
And floats aloft our spangled flag in glory and in pride;
And bayonets in the sunlight gleam, and bands brave music 
pour,
We are coming, father Abr'am, three hundred thousand 
more!