We Are Coming from the Cotton Fields

We are coming from the Cotton Fields.

SONG & CHORUS

Words by J.C__N. Music by

J.C. Wallace.

Published by ROOT & CADY 95 Clark St. Chicago

J.C. Wallace. Davenport Iowa Eastern Agency W.B. Bradbury 425 Bronme St. New York----

WE ARE COMING FROM THE COTTON FIELDS.

Words by J C__N. J.C. WALLACE

PIANO

1. We are coming from the cotton fields. We're coming from afar;

We have left the plow, the hoe and ax And we are going to the war;

We have left the old plantation seat, The sugar and the cane,

Where we work'd and toil'd with weary feet, In sun and wind and rain.

2. We have digg'd our last pertater here In old Carliner State,

And we'll leave these sandy diggings now For the true Confederate

We have left the frogs with in the slough To sing alone and hop

In the swamplands and the meadows where We reap'd old Massa's crop.

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 old Pharoah's land.

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.----

CHORUS.

SOPRANO. ALTO. TENOR. BASS.

Then come along my boys, Oh, come, come along.

Then come along my brothers, 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.

Then come along my boys, Oh come, come along,

Then come along my brothers, 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.