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We are done with hoeing cotton, we are done with hoeing corn;
We are colored Yankee soldiers as sure as you are born.
When massa hears us shouting, he will think 'tis Gabriel's horn,
As we go marching on.

Whipping posts
Linsey-woolsey dress tied up the legs
Melted fat drips scalding scalp
Starvation
Rape
Rough sex
Rough coffin
Bloodhounds
Rat eaten
Raw
Lashed, bound
Auction block
Ears boxed
Shackled, branded
Babes torn from mothers' breast
Nipples torn from babes

As we go marching on

As we go marching on


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