African-American Sites Along the Patuxent River
They Look Like Men of War

Slave Song's of the U.S. is considered one of the best available collections of black music from the days of slavery. However, a couple of rather well known slave songs are not included in that collection, so a further search was made to try to find if perhaps Swing Low or Jacob's Ladder are not as period as we think. They are.

Both those songs and more were found in Cabin and Plantation Songs, listed inside as Religious Folk Songs of the Negro as sung on the Plantations. It was originally published in 1874. The copy I found was reprinted by The Institute Press, of the Hampton Normal and Agricultural Institute. The original was by Thomas P. Fenner.

Like the authors of Slave Songs, Mr. Fenner set out to collect songs from various parts of the South before these songs were forgotten, as they became immediately out of style with their former singers as being vestiges of slavery. Luckily these period researchers, and others whose works are still available, recovered these songs, which offer a hint of a way of life that we can not imagine now, and serve to remind us of the beauty of the human spirit, even within the bonds of slavery.

The following song was among Mr. Fenner's collection. "The introductory remarks from the original, copied here, sum up the song better than I can. Once I entered the music into my music processor, I knew this was my next selection. It is hauntingly beautiful."

Research courtesy of Jerry Ernst

The Enlisted Men
(Sung by the men of the U.S. Colored Volunteers)

Hark! Listen to the trumpeters,
They call for volunteers,
On Zion's bright and flow'ry mount
Behold the officers.

(Chorus)
They look like men, they look like men,
They look like men of war;
All armed and dressed in uniform,
They look like men of war.

Their horses white, their armor bright,
With courage bold they stand,
Enlisting soldiers for their King,
To march to Canaan's land.

It sets my heart quite in a flame, A soldier thus to be,
I will enlist, gird on my arms, And fight for liberty.

We want no cowards in our band, That will their colors fly;
We call for valiant hearted men, Who're not afraid to die.

To see our armies on parade, How martial they appear,
All armed and dressed I uniform, They look like men of war.

They follow their great General, The great Eternal Lamb,
His garment stained with His own blood,
King Jesus is His name.

The trumpets sound, the armies shout, They drive the host of Hell,
How dreadful is our God to adore, The great Immanual.


Posted January 21, 2005