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