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 farther than a white man ever saw, as we go marching on.Glory, glory, hallelujah. Glory, hallelujah. Glory, glory, hallelujah. Glory, glory, hallelujah. Hallelujah, as we go marching on.We heard the proclamation, master hush it as he will. The bird he singeth to us, hopping on the cotton hill.The blossom of the gum tree, he couldn't keep it still as he went climbing on.Glory, glory, hallelujah. Glory, hallelujah. Glory, glory, hallelujah. Glory, hallelujah. Glory, glory, hallelujah. Hallelujah, as we go marching on.We have done with hoe and cotton, we have done with hoe and corn. We are colored Yankee soldiers, just as sure as you are born.When the master hears us yelling, they will think it's Gabriel's horn, as we go marching on.Glory, glory, hallelujah. Glory, glory, hallelujah. Glory, glory, hallelujah. Glory, glory, hallelujah. Hallelujah, as we go marching on.Fall in, you colored brethren, you had better do it soon. Don't you hear the drum a drummin' to the Yankee Doodle tune. We are with you now this mornin', we'll be far away at noon, as we go marching on.Glory, glory, hallelujah. Glory, glory, hallelujah. Hallelujah, as we go marching on. As we go marching on.Glory, glory, hallelujah.