%images; ]> scsm-000025 We'll fight for Uncle Abe : plantation song and chorus ; sung with great success by C. Pettengill, at the concerts of the Buckley Serenaders / melody by J. K. Campbell ; arranged by Fred. Buckley ; [words by C.E. Pratt] ...: a machine readable transcription. STERN COLLECTION OF LINCOLNIANA, Library of Congress Selected and converted. American Memory, Library of Congress.

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We'll Fight for Uncle Abe.

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.

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.

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.