We'll Fight for Uncle Abe

Words by C. E. Pratt. Arranged by F. Buckley. 

Songs performed by: Dean Potter (vocals) and Tara Dirst (piano). Recording engineer: Matt Dotson.


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 Way down in old Varginni, 

I suppose you all do know,

They have tried to bust the Union

But they find it is no go,

The yankee boys are starting out 

De Union for to sabe,

And we're going down to Washington,

To fight for Uncle Abe.

Chorus:

Rip, Rap, Flip, Flap

Strap your knapsacks on your back

For we're a gwine to Washington

To fight for Uncle Abe.

Rip, Rap, Flip, Flap

Strap your knapsacks on your back

For we're a gwine to Washington

To fight for Uncle Abe.

 

There is General Grant at Vicksburg,

Just see what he has done,

He has taken sixty cannon

And made the Rebels run,

And next he will take Richmond

I'll bet you half a dollar

And if he catches Gen'ral Johnson

Oh wont he make him holler.

 

The season now is coming, 

When the roads begin to dry,

Soon the army of the Potomac

Will make the rebels fly,

For General McClellan he's the man

The Union for to sabe, 

O! Hail Columbia's right side up,

And so's your Uncle Abe.

 

Chorus

 

You may talk of Southern Chivalry

And cotton being king,

But I guess before the war is done

You'll think another thing,

They say that recognition

Will the rebel country sabe,

But Johnny Bull and Mister France

Are 'fraid of Uncle Abe.