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.