We Are Coming Father Abra'am Six Hundred Thousand More

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53416 WE ARE COMING FATHER ABRA'AM SIX HUNDRED THOUSAND MORE. Composed and arranged by PROFESSOR A. CULL, 2 1 2 NEW-YORK: Published by HORACE WATERS, No. 481 Broadway. Boston: OLIVER DITSON, 277 Washington Street. Entered according to act of Congress in the year 1862, by E. A. Daggett, in the Clerk's office of the U.S. Dist, Court for the Southern Dist. of N York. WARREN, Music thermotyper.

  1. 3 Centre Pl, New York.

WE ARE COMING, FATHER ABRA-AM. SIX HUNDRED THOUSAND MORE. Poetry from the N. Y. EVENING POST. Composed and arranged by Prof. A. CULL. INTRODUCTION. Allegretto. 1. We are com - ing Fa - ther A - bra am, six hun - dred thou - sand more, From Mis - sis - sip - pi's wand'ring stream and from New Eng - land's shore; We leave our plow and


work - shops, our wives and chil - dren dear, With hearts too full of ut - ter - ance with but a si - lent tear. Oh we dare not look be - hind us, but stead-fast - ly be - fore, We are com - ing Fa - ther A- bra'am, Six Hun - dred Thousand more. 2 If you look across the hill tops 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 Abra'am, &c. 3 If you look all up our valleys, where the growing harvests shine, You may see our sturdy farmer boys fast forming into line; And children from their mother's knees are pulling at weeds, And learning how to reap and sow against their country's needs; And a farewell group stand weeping at every cottage door We are coming Father Abra'am, &c. 4 You have call'd us, and we're coming, by Richmond's bloody tide, To lay us down for Freedom's sake, our brothers bones beside; Or from foul treason's savage grasp to wrench the murderous blade, And in the face of foreign foes its fragments to parade; Six hundred thousand loyal men and true have gone before We are coming, Father Abra'am & c.


CHORUS. We are com - ing we are com - ing, Our U - nion to re - store, We are com - ing Fa - ther We are com - ing we are com - ing, Our U - nion to re - store, We are com - ing Fa - ther A - bra'am with Six Hun-dred Thou - sand more. A - bra'am with Six Hun-dred Thou - sand more.