John Brown's body lies a-moulderin' in the grave
John Brown's body lies a-moulderin' in the grave
John Brown's body lies a-moulderin' in the grave
But his soul goes marching on
The stars above in heaven are lookin' kindly down
The stars above in heaven are lookin' kindly down
The stars above in heaven are lookin' kindly down
On the grave of old John Brown
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
His soul goes marching on
He captured Harper's Ferry with his nineteen men so true
He frightened old Virginia 'til she trembled through and through
They hung him for a traitor, they themselves the traitor crew
But his soul goes marching on
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
His soul goes marching on
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