Abraham's Daughter

Oh kind folks listen to my song It is no idle story It's all about a volunteer Who's going to fight for glory Now don't you think that I am right For I am nothing shorter And I belong to the Fire Zou Zous (Zouaves?) And don't you think I oughter We're going down to Washington To fight for Abraham's Daughter Oh should you ask me who she am Columbia is her name sir She is the child of Abraham Or Uncle Sam the same, sir Now if I fight, Why ain't I right And don't you think I oughter The volunteers are pouring in From every loyal quarter And I'm goin' long to Washington To fight for Abraham's Daughter They say we have no officers But ah! They are mistaken And soon you'll see the rebels run With all the fuss they're makin' For there is one who just sprung up He'll show the foe no quarter (McClellan is the man I mean) You know he hadn't oughter For he's gone down to Washington To fight for Abraham's daughter We'll have a spree with Johnny Bull Perhaps some day or other And won't he have his fingers full If not a deal of bother For Yankee boys are just the lads Upon the land or water And won't we have a "bully" fight And don't you think we oughter If he is caught at any time Insulting Abraham's Daughter But let us lay all jokes aside It is a sorry question The man who would these States divide Should hang for his suggestion One Country and one Flag I say Whoe'er the war may slaughter So I'm a goin's a Fire Zou-a And don't you think I oughter I'm going down to Washington To fight for Abraham's Daughter