Текст песни Marching Song (Count Ossie) с переводом

Oh, we’re the bully soldiers of the «First of Arkansas»

We are fighting for the Union, we are fighting for the law

We can hit a Rebel further than a white man ever saw

As we go marching on

Glory, glory hallelujah

Glory, glory hallelujah

Glory, glory hallelujah

As we go marching on

We heard the Proclamation, master hush it as he will

The bird he sing it to us, hopping on the cotton hill

And the possum up the gum tree, he couldn’t keep it still

As he went climbing on

Glory, glory hallelujah

Glory, glory hallelujah

Glory, glory hallelujah

As we go marching on

We have done with hoeing cotton, we have done with hoeing corn

We are colored Yankee soldiers, now, as sure as you are born

When the masters hear us yelling, they’ll think it’s Gabriel’s horn

As we go marching on

Glory, glory hallelujah

Glory, glory hallelujah

Glory, glory hallelujah

As we go marching on

Then fall in, colored brethren, you’d better do it soon

Don’t you hear the drum a-drumming the Yankee Doodle tune?

We are with you now this morning, we’ll be far away at noon

As we go marching on

Glory, glory hallelujah

Glory, glory hallelujah

Glory, glory hallelujah

As we go marching on

As we go marching on

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