When they came marching on.
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We left our homes in yonder for the far off Iowa.
We came and saw her beauty and settled down to stay,
And there's not a soul among us that has ever rued the day
When we came marching on.
Chorus—
This is the land of promise where the milk and honey flow,
With corn and pumpkin plenty, and where pies and puddings grow,
With every other blessing that nature can bestow