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 hearted united, We can bring a million more to the field. We were peaceful hearted In days departed, While foes kept their blighting plans concealed, But they now must weather The storms they gather, For thy must meet a million in the field. 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.
- by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864), "We've a million in the field" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864), "We've a million in the field", published 1862. [voice and piano] [text verified 1 time]
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