We've a Million in the Field |
Stephen Foster, 1862
The flags are flying And brave men dying, The din of battle is revealed; The Union's quaking, The land is shaking With the tramp of a million in the field. Chorus: We've a million in the field, A million in the field, While our flag is slighted, With hearts united, We can bring a million more to the field. | 2. We were peachful hearted In days departed, While foes kept blighting plans concealed, But they now must weather The storms they gather, For they must meet a million in the field. Chorus:
3. Down in old Kentucky, |