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Bouck White

"Marching Song" (karaoke)

"Marching Song" (sheet music)


The earth is in commotion;

Lo, the crust begins to quake.

The sleepers take a notion

That 'tis high time to awake.

With roar as of the ocean,

Bondage vile they now forsake,

As we go marching on.

 

Freedom, freedom for the toiler!

Freedom, freedom for the toiler!

Freedom, freedom for the toiler,

As we go marching on!

 

We stir up all the nations,

Yes, we stir them everywhere,

As tyrants in high stations

Now full clearly are aware.

In fright and perturbations,

They do wildly rage and stare,

As we go marching on.

 

Freedom, freedom for the toiler!

Freedom, freedom for the toiler!

Freedom, freedom for the toiler,

As we go marching on!

 

An era new we're making;

Ages bygone now decay.

Old slavery is breaking;

Past and over is its day.

The workers are partaking;

Glad, they rally to the fray,

As we go marching on.

 

Freedom, freedom for the toiler!

Freedom, freedom for the toiler!

Freedom, freedom for the toiler,

As we go marching on!

 

Our God is now appearing;

Rumors strange run through the street.

The Martyr hosts are cheering;

Earth and Heaven soon shall meet.

The glad, old day is nearing;

Hear, O, hear the tramp of feet,

As we go marching on.

 

Freedom, freedom for the toiler!

Freedom, freedom for the toiler!

Freedom, freedom for the toiler,

As we go marching on!


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