O look at the horses and people! br How they hurry and trample and fight! br And the smoke blowing over the steeple,-- br O look, how the guns shine bright! br See this one, this soldier, he's swinging br His sword over head in the air; br How the shot must be leaping and stinging! br See the men falling down everywhere! br Isn't this what the white folks call the war? br I wonder what they are doing it for. br br And there's the big flag flying splendid, br White stars pretty red, pretty blue, br All torn.