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We’ve a Million in the Field
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(published by S.T. Gordon, N.Y., 1862)
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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 to the field.
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3.
We were peaceful hearted
In 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:
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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