You have called us and we’re coming. By Richmond’s bloody tide
To lay us down, for Freedom’s sake, our brothers’ bones beside;
Six hundred thousand loyal men and true have gone before—
We are coming, Father Abraham, three hundred thousand more.
That was it. That was what he was, the Father of the Army, Father Abraham, and somehow the soldiers had found it out. Curious how a lot of people who never see a man in their lives will come to understand him exact.