Get Off The Track!
by Jesse Hutchinson, Jr.

Ho! the car, Emancipation,
Rides majestic thro' our nation
Bearing on its train, the story
Liberty! a nation's glory. 

Roll it along! Roll it along!
Roll it along! thro' the nation
Freedom's car, Emancipation

Roll it along! Roll it along!
Roll it along! thro' the nation
Freedom's car, Emancipation. 

Men of various predilections,
Frightened, run in all directions;
Merchants, editors, physicians,
Lawyers, priests and politicians. 

Get out of the way! Get out of the way!
Get out of the way! every station,
Clear the track of 'mancipation. 

Get out of the way! Get out of the way!
Get out of the way! every station,
Clear the track of 'mancipation. 

All true friends of emancipation,
Haste to freedom's rail road station;
Quick into the cars get seated,
All is ready, and completed. 

Put on the steam! Put on the steam!
Put on the steam! All are crying,
And the liberty flags are flying. 

Put on the steam! Put on the steam!
Put on the steam! All are crying,
And the liberty flags are flying. 

Hear the mighty car wheels humming!
Now look out! the engine's coming!
Church and statesmen! hear the thunder!
Clear the track! or you'll fall under. 

Get off the track! Get off the track!
Get off the track! all are singing,
While the liberty bell is ringing. 

Get off the track! Get off the track!
Get off the track! all are singing,
While the liberty bell is ringing. 

See the people run to meet us;
At the depots thousands greet us;
All take seats with exultation,
In the car, Emancipation. 

Huzza! Huzza! Huzza! Huzza!
Huzza! Huzza! Emancipation
Soon will bless our happy nation.

Huzza! Huzza! Huzza! Huzza!
Huzza! Huzza! Emancipation
Soon will bless our happy nation.

Huzza!

Eastman Wind Ensemble: Homespun America


Lincoln and Liberty
by Jesse Hutchinson, Jr.

Hurrah for the choice of the nation
Our chieftain so brave and so true
We'll go for the great reformation
For Lincoln and liberty too.

We'll go for the son of Kentucky
Our hero of hoosierdom through
For the people are everywhere calling
For Lincoln and Liberty too.

Then up with the banner so glorious
The star-spangled red, white and blue
We'll fight 'till our banner's victorious
For Lincoln and liberty too

Come all you true friends of the nation
Attend to humanity's call
Come aid in the slaves' liberation
And roll on the liberty ball

And roll on the liberty ball
And roll on the liberty ball
Come aid in the slaves' liberation
And roll on the liberty ball

We'll finish the temple of freedom
And make it capacious within
That all who seek shelter may find it
Whatever the hue of their skin

Whatever the hue of their skin
Whatever the hue of their skin
That all who seek shelter may find it
Whatever the hue of their skin

Success to the old-fashioned doctrine
That men are created all free
And down with the power of the despot
Wherever his strong hold may be

Wherever his strong hold may be
Wherever his strong hold may be
And down with the power of the despot
Wherever his strong hold may be

Images: Songs of the Federal North


MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA
by Henry Clay Work

Ring the good ol' bugle, boys, we'll sing another song,
Sing it with the spirit that will start the world along,
Sing it as we used to sing it 50,000 strong
While we were marching through Georgia.

CHORUS: Hurrah, hurrah, we bring the jubilee!
Hurrah, hurrah, the flag that makes you free!
So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea.
While we were marching through Georgia!

Yes, and there were Union men who wept with joyful tears
When they saw the honored flag they had not seen for years.
Hardly could they be restrained from breaking forth in cheers
While we were marching through Georgia!--CHORUS

 "Sherman's dashing Yankee boys will never reach the coast!"
So the saucy rebels said, and 'twas a handsome boast,
Had they not forgot, alas, to reckon with the host
While we were marching through Georgia!--CHORUS

So we made a thoroughfare for freedom and her train,
Sixty miles in latitude, 300 to the main.
Treason fled before us, for resistance was in vain
While we were marching through Georgia!--CHORUS

Images: Songs of the Federal North


Battle Cry of Freedom
by George F. Root

Yes, we'll rally round the flag, boys,
   We'll rally once again,
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom,
   We will rally from the hillside,
We'll gather from the plain,
   Shouting the battle cry of Freedom.

CHORUS: The Union forever,
   Hurrah! boys, hurrah!
Down with the traitor,
   Up with the star;
While we rally round the flag, boys,
   We'll rally once again,
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom.

We are springing to the call
   For 300,000 more,
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom;
And we'll fill the vacant ranks
   Of our brothers gone before,
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom.--CHORUS

We will welcome to our numbers
   The loyal, true and brave,
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom;
And although we may be poor,
    We shall never be a slave,
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom.--CHORUS

So we're springing to the call
   From the East and from the West,
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom;
And we'll hurl the rebel crew
   From the land we love the best,
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom.--CHORUS
Images: Songs of the Federal North

The Old Granite State
by Jesse Hutchinson, Jr.

We have come from the mountains, we have come from the mountains
We have come from the mountains of the Old Granite State. 
We're a band of brothers, we're a band of brothers 
We're a band of brothers and we live among the hills 
With a band of music, with a band of music 
With a band of music we are passing 'round the world.

We have left our aged parents, we have left our aged parents
We have left our aged parents in the Old Granite State. 
We obtained their blessing, we obtained their blessing 
We obtained their blessing and we bless them in return. 
Good old fashioned singers, good old fashioned singers 
Good old fashioned singers they can make the air resound.

Yes while the air is ringing with their wild mountain singing
We the news to you are bringing from the Old Granite State. 
'Tis the Tribe of Jesse, 'Tis the Tribe of Jesse 
'Tis the Tribe of Jesse and their several names we sing.

David, Noah, Andrew, Zephy, Caleb, Joshua, Jess, and Benjy,
Judson, Rhoda, John and Asa, and Abby are our names. 
We're the Sons of Mary of the Tribe of Jesse 
And we now address ye with our native mountain song.

Liberty is our motto, liberty is our motto
Equal liberty is our motto in the Old Granite State. 
We despise oppression, we despise oppression 
We despise oppression and we cannot be enslaved.

Yes we're friends of emancipation and we'll sing the proclamation
'Til it echoes through our nation from the Old Granite State 
That the Tribe of Jesse, that the Tribe of Jesse 
That the Tribe of Jesse are the friends of equal rights.

Like our sires before us, we will swell the chorus
Till the heavens aura shall resound the loud huzzah

Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah


Like our sires before us, we will swell the chorus
Till the heavens aura shall resound the loud huzzah!

Eastman Wind Ensemble: Homespun America


"Once the quartet started singing antislavery songs in their concerts, some audience members became unruly; and on several occasions when the Hutchinsons sang at antislavery conventions, mobs tried to break up the meetings. The group often faced unfriendly behavior, ranging from a little hissing all the way to serious threats of violence. Frank Carpenter, the artist and writer, knew Abby well. He said that, when she and her brothers sang their songs of freedom, Abby 'would look directly into the eyes of the mob leaders, invariably with the effect of subduing the unruly spirits.'" -- Alan Lewis

see: Hutchinson Family Singers Home Page


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