1. We are coming from the cotton fields,
we're coming from afar;
we have left the plow, the hoe and ax
and are going to the war;
we have left the old plantation seat,
the sugar and the cane
where we work'd and tiol'd with weary feet,
in sun and wind and rain.
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Then come along my boys,
Oh, come, come along,
Then come along my boys,
Oh, come, come along,
We are coming from the cotton fields,
we're coming from afar;
we have left the plow, the hoe and ax
and are going to the war.
2. We have digg'd our last pertater
here in old Caroliner State,
and we'll leave these sandy diggins now
for the true Confederate:
we have left the frogs within the slough
to sing alone and hop
in the swamplands and the meadows where
we reap'd Ol' Massa's crop.
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3. We will leave our chains behind us, boys,
the prison and the rack:
and we'll hide beneath a soldier's coat,
the scars upon our backs:
and we'll teach the world a lesson soon,
if taken by the hand,
how the night shall come before 'tis noon,
upon ol' pharoh's land.
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4. By the heavy chains that bound our hands
thro' centuries of wrong,
we have learn'd the hard bought lesson well,
how to suffer and be strong;
and we only ask the power to show,
what freedom does for man;
and we'll give a sign to friend and foe,
as none beside us can.
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