We still are marching on.
Chorus—
Our nation is united as it never was before,
All are happy and contented with old glory floating o'er.
We are coming Father Abraham with many millions more,
We all are marching on.
Chorus—
Our column is unbroken though some have gone before,
They have passed across the river and have reached the shining shore,
And are waiting there to greet us as they did in days of yore