 | The Music of Stephen C. Foster . |  |
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WE'VE A MILLION IN THE FIELD.
[1]
The flags are flying,And brave men dying,
The din of the 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 peaceful heartedIn days departed,
While foes kept their blighting plans concealed,
But they now must weather
The storms they gather,
For they must meet 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.
3.
Down in old Kentucky,They're true and plucky;
They know that the Union is their shield.
And they'll do their duty,
In all its beauty,
When they find we've a million in the field.
Chorus.—
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