Salt Lake Tribune | 1909-08-08 | Page 47 | We Are Coming Father Abraham

WE ABE COMING-, FATHER ABRAHAM. I Wo are coming, Father Abraham. Three hundred thousand 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 un But steadily before, We are coming. Father Abra'am, Threo hundred thousand more.. Chorus: We are coming, we are coining, Our Union to restore, We arc coming Father Abraham, With three hundred thousand more! We are coming. Father Abraham. With three hundred thousand 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 tho cloudy veil aside, And floats aloft our spangled flag In glory and in pride. And bayonets In tho sunlight gleam, And bands brave music pour; We arc coming, Father Abra'am. Three hundred thousand more! If you look all up our valleys. Where the growing harvests shine. You may see our sturdy farmer boys, Fast coming Into lino; And children from their mothers' knees, Aro pulling at the weeds, And learning how to reap and sow. Against their country's needs; And a farewell group stands weeping, At every cottage door! Wo are coming. Father Abra'am, Three hundred thousand morn! You have called us. and we're coming, By Richmond's bloody tl.io; To lay us down for freedom's sake, Our brothers' bones beside; Or from foul treason's savage group, To wrench the murderous blade, And In tho face of foreign foes Its fragments to parade; Six hundred thousand loyal men And true have gone before; Wo are coming, Father Abra'am, Three hundred thousand more.