Song of the First of Arkansas


Song of The First of Arkansas.

Oh! we’re de bully soldiers of de “First of Arkansas.”
We are fightin’ for de Union, we are fightin’ for de law;
We can hit a rebel furder dan a white man eber saw,

See dar! above de centre, where de flag is wavin’ bright;
We are goin’ out of slavery; we are bound for freedom’s light;
We mean to show Jeff. Davis how the Africans can fight,

We hab done wid hoein’ cotton, wo hab done with hoein’ corn,
We are colored Yankee soldiers now, as sure as you are born;
When de Massas hear us yellin’ dey’ll tink its Gabriel’s horn,

Dey will hab to pay us wages, de wages ob their sin,
Dey will hab to bow their foreheads to their colored kith and kin,
Dey will hab to gib us house-room, or de roof shall tumble in,

We heard de proclamation, massa hush it as he will;
De bird he sing it to us, hoppin on de cotton hill,
And de possum up de gum tree he couldn’t keep it still,

Dey said, “Now colored bredren, you shall be forever free,
From the first of January, eighteen hundred and sixty-three;
We heard it in de riber goin’ rushin’ to de sea,

Father Abraham has spoken, and de message has been sent,
De prison doors he opened, and out de pris’ners went,
To join de sable army of de “African descent,”

Den fall in colored bredren, you’d better do it soon,
Don’t you hear de drum a beatin’ de Yankee Doodle tune?
We are wid you now dis mornin’, we’ll be far away at noon,

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