The 6th by The Payroll Union Lyrics

We are the 6th and we
We march from Camp William Penn
We formed at Master
To Chestnut, Pine, Walnut and Dock

From every window
A cheer, a song, a handkerchief
And every word is kind
Rapprochements for the cold hearts

There’s no flinch
Not a flicker in our eyes
There’s no fleeing
You’ll never know this bitter pride

We are the Union
We are the loyal soldier

Remember ‘38
They burned us from the building
I think of ‘42
We marched on that day too
Then they had jeered and beaten us
Now listen to them roar
I look for Johnny Reb
Upon the pink horizon

At Washington we stopped
To rest our weary legs
And waiting on us there
Were curious whites with smiles

You left your homes to fight
To strike a blow for liberty
To aid this government
And we serve you with great pride