Way down in old Virginni, I suppose you all do know,
They have tried to bust the Union, but they find it is no go.
The Yankee boys are starting out the Union for to save,
And we're going down to Washington to fight for Uncle Abe.
Rip, Rap, Flip, Flap, Strap your knapsack on your back,
For we're goin' down to Washington to fight for Uncle Abe.
There is General Grant at Vicksburg, Just see what he has done,
He has taken sixty cannon, and made the Rebels run.
And next he will take Richmond, I'll bet you half a dollar,
And if he catches General Johnson, Oh won't he make him holler
Rip, Rap, Flip, Flap, Strap your knapsack on your back,
For we're goin' down to Washington to fight for Uncle Abe.
You may talk of Southern chivalry and cotton being king,
But I guess before the war is done you'll think another thing.
They say that recognition will the Rebel country save,
But Johnny Bull and Mister France are 'fraid of Uncle Abe.
Rip, Rap, Flip, Flap, Strap your knapsack on your back,
For we're goin' down to Washington to fight for Uncle Abe.
The Season now is coming when the roads begin to dry;
Soon the Army of the Potomac will make the Rebels fly.
For General McClellan, he's the man, the Union for to save;
Oh! Hail Columbia's right side up, And so's your Uncle Abe!
Rip, Rap, Flip, Flap, Strap your knapsack on your back,
For we're goin' down to Washington to fight for Uncle Abe.
