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130 The flocks of all those regions,

The herds and horses good,

Poured in and swelled the legions,

For they caught the marching mood.

A volley ahead! They hear it;

And they hear the repartee:

Fighting was but frolic

In that marching to the sea:

It was glorious glad marching,

A marching bold and free.

All nature felt their coming,

The birds like couriers flew,

And the banners brightly blooming

The slaves by thousands drew,

And they marched beside the drumming,

And they joined the armies blue.

The cocks crowed from the cannon

(Pets named from Grant and Lee),

Plumed fighters and campaigners

In the marching to the sea:

It was glorious glad marching,

For every man was free.