Abraham - Bing Crosby, The Ken Darby Singers, John Scott Trotter And His Orchestra

Upon a February morn

A tiny baby boy was born

Abraham, Abraham

When he grew up this tiny babe

Folks all called him Honest Abe

Abraham, Abraham

In eighteen sixty, he became

The sixteenth president

And now he’s in the hall of fame

A most respected gent

That’s why we celebrate

This blessed February date

Abraham, Abraham

When black folks lived in slavery

Who was it set the darkie free?

Abraham, Abraham

When trouble came down from the shelf

Who’s heart was bigger than himself?

Abraham, Abraham

The country’s going to the dogs

They shouted loud and long

Then from a cabin made out of logs

The right man come along

And that is why we celebrate

This blessed February date

Abraham, Abraham

The U.S.A.'s united thanks

To one whose name was Nancy Hanks

Abraham, Abraham

She gave this land the finest son

Who ever went to Washington

Abraham, Abraham

Someone told him General Grant

Was drinking every night

He answered, «Go see if you can’t

Get all my generals tight»

That’s why we celebrate

This blessed February date

Abraham, Abraham

Thank the Lord for

Abraham

Abraham