We Are Coming Father Abraham, Three Hundred Thousand More

Title

We Are Coming Father Abraham, Three Hundred Thousand More

Subject

Lincoln, Abraham, 1809-1865
Gilmore P. S. (Patrick Sarsfield) 1829-1892
Gibbons, James Sloan
Sheet music
American Civil War (1861-1865)
War--Songs and music
New York post

Description

Song honoring Abraham Lincoln's call for more Union soldiers. Poetry credit is at times given to William Cullen Bryant; however, the poem was originally published in the New York Evening Post July, 16, 1862 by James Sloan Gibbons.

Creator

Gilmore, P. S. and New York Evening Post (Gibbons, James Sloan)

Publisher

Abraham Lincoln Presidential Library and Museum

Date

1862

Contributor

Russell & Patee

Rights

The Abraham Lincoln Presidential Library and Museum holds all rights and permissions.

Format

pdf

Language

en

Identifier

301130
22543796

Coverage

Boston

Transcription

We are coming Father Abraam, THREE HUNDRED THOUSAND MORE. SET TO MUSIC BY P. S. GILMORE. Price 25 Cents. BOSTON: PUBLISHED BY RUSSELL & PATEE, 108 Tremont Street. Entered according to Act of Congress, A. D. 1862, by Russell & Patee, in the Clerk's office of the Dist. Ct. of the Dict. of Mass. WILL A BILLINGHAM, PRINTERS.


26512 WE ARE COMING, FATHER ABRAAM. THREE HUNDRED THOUSAND MORE VOICE. INTRODUCTION. MODERATO. PIANO.} 1. We are com - ing, Fa - ther A - braam, three hun - dred thou-sand more, From Mis - sis - sip - pi's 2. If you look a - cross the hill - tops that meet the north-ern sky, Long mov - ing lines of 3. If you look all up our val - leys, where the grow-ing harvests shine, You may see our stur- 4. You have called us, and we're com - ing, by Rich-mond's blood - y tide, To lay us down for Entered according to Act of Congress, A. D. 1862, by Russell & Patee, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of Massachusetts.


wind - ing stream and from New Eng-land's shore; We leave our plows and work-shops, our wives and chil - dren ris - ing dust your vi - sion may de - scry; And now the wind, an in - stant, tears the cloud - y veil dy farm - er - boys fast forming into line; And children from their mother's knees are pull - ing at the free-dom's sake, our brother's bones be - side; Or from foul trea-son's sav - age group to wrench the murderous dear, With hearts too full for ut - ter - ance, with but a si - lent tear; We dare not look be - aside, And floats a - loft our spangled flag in glo - ry and in pride; And bayonets in the weeds, And learn - ing how to reap and sow, a-gainst their coun-try's needs; And a fare - well group blade, And in the face of for - eign foes its fragments to par - ade; Six hun - dred thous-and hind us, but stead-fast-ly be - fore, We are com-ing, Fa - ther A - braam, three hundred thousand more. sunlight gleam, and bands grave music pour, We are com-ing, Fa - ther A - braam, three hundred thousand more. stands weeping at every cot - tage door, We are com-ing, Fa - ther A - braam, three hundred thousand more. loy - al men and true have gone be - fore, We are com-ing, Fa - ther A - braam, three hundred thousand more.


CHORUS. SOP. We are com - ing, we are com - ing, our U - nion to re - ALTO. TEN. We are com - ing, we are com - ing, our U - nion to re - BASS. PIANO.} store; We are com - ing, Fa - ther A - braam, with three hun - dred thous - and more. store; We are com - ing, Fa - ther A - braam, with three hun - dred thous - and more. Repeat Chorus nd. lib.

Status

Complete

Percent Completed

100

Weight

20

Original Format

4
36 cm

Citation

Gilmore, P. S. and New York Evening Post (Gibbons, James Sloan), “We Are Coming Father Abraham, Three Hundred Thousand More,” Chronicling Illinois, accessed November 12, 2019, http://alplm-cdi.com/chroniclingillinois/items/show/20085.