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| | That passed down Broadway singing the Refrain: |
| “For God and Our Country, We Are Marching Along” |
MARCHING along!—marching to the war— | |
| I saw them as they passed, a thousand men or more; | |
| Their bayonets were gleaming in the sun’s burning light, | |
| For God and their Country, they were marching to the fight,— | |
| Marching along—marching along— | 5 |
| “For God and our Country, we are marching along.” | |
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| I could not see their banners, for my eyes grew dim; | |
| I but thought of my country, and sublime grew their hymn, | |
| Till my soul echoed back, oh! again and again, | |
| The song of the battle!—the soldiers’ refrain— | 10 |
| Marching along—marching along— | |
| “For God and our Country, we are marching along.” | |
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| I have bowed to the song, when love was the theme; | |
| I have listened to the chime, when fame was the dream; | |
| Not the psalmodies of life, nor the cadences of art, | 15 |
| Were so grand to my ear, or so dear to my heart— | |
| Marching along—marching along— | |
| “For God and our Country, we are marching along.” | |
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| Loud blew the bugle—God keep them where they roam, | |
| For the hearts that are waiting, for the firesides at home— | 20 |
| Loud blew the bugle and they answered in their might, | |
| For God and our Country, we are marching to the fight. | |
| Marching along—marching along— | |
| “For God and our Country, we are marching along.” | |
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| Marching along—marching along— | 25 |
| Brave were their hearts, and brave was their song. | |
| Oh, I know there are leaves on the old bay-tree, | |
| That are growing for their brows, in the land of the free,— | |
| Marching along—marching along— | |
| “For God and their Country, they were marching along.” | 30 |
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