An Abolitionist writer, James Sloane Gibbons, wrote these words soon after Lincoln issued a call for an additional 300,000 troops during the Civil War. Stephen Foster set them to music and published this song in 1862. Background music is in the key of C.
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6 6 5 6 6 6 7 6 We are com-ing Fa-ther Abra-am, 6 5 6 -6 6 -4 three hun-dred thou-sand more, 6 5 6 6 6 -6 -7 7 From Mis-sis-sip-pi's wind-ing stream -8 8 7 -8 -8 7 and from New Eng-land's shore; 6 5 6 6 6 7 6 We leave our plows and work-shops, 6 5 6 -6 6 -4 Our wifes and chil-dren dear, 6 5 6 6 6 -6 -7 7 With hearts too full for ut-ter-ance, -8 8 7 -8 -8 7 with but a si-lent tear; 7 -7 -8 -8 -8 7 8 We dare not look be-hind us 8 -8 7 -7 -6 6 but stead-fast-ly be-fore, 6 6 5 6 6 6 -6 -7 7 We are com-ing Fa-ther A-bra-am, -8 8 7 -8 -8 7 three hun-dred thou-sand more. chorus 7 7 7 7 7 7 We are com-ing, com-ing, 7 7 7 8 8 -8 our un-ion to re-store. 7 7 7 7 7 7 7 -8 7 We are com-ing, Fa-ther A-bra-am, -8 8 7 -8 -8 7 Three hun-dred thou-sand more.
verse 2
If you look across the hilltops that meet the northern sky,
Long moving lines of rising dust your vision may descry;
And now the wind an instant tears the cloudy veil aside,
And floats aloft our spangled flag in glory and in pride;
And bay'net in the sunlight gleam, and bands have music pour,
We are coming Father Abraham, three hundred thousand more.
