GLORY HALLELUJAH! OR, JOHN BROWN’S BODY.
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[The strong hold which this song and the three which follow it (“Marching thro’ Georgia,” “The Battle-Cry of Freedom” and “Tramp, Tramp, Tramp”) had upon the favor of the Union soldiers during the war entitles them to insertion here in spite of their lack of poetic merit. The critics, from the time of Mr. Richard Grant White’s collection until now, have condemned them as doggerel, but songs that were sung with enthusiasm by all the soldiers of the republic during the dark years of the Civil War cannot be denied the possession of merit, whether criticism is able to recognize it or not.—Editor.]
GLORY HALLELUJAH! OR JOHN BROWN’S BODY.
John Brown’s body lies a-mould’ring in the grave, John Brown’s body lies a-mould’ring in the grave, John Brown’s body lies a-mould’ring in the grave, His soul is marching on! Chorus.—Glory! Glory Hallelujah! Glory! Glory Hallelujah! Glory! Glory Hallelujah! His soul is marching on. He’s gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord! He’s gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord! He’s gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord! His soul is marching on.—Chorus. John Brown’s knapsack is strapped upon his back. His soul is marching on.—Chorus. His pet lambs will meet him on the way, And they’ll go marching on.—Chorus. They’ll hang Jeff Davis on a sour apple tree, As they go marching on.—Chorus. Now for the Union let’s give three rousing cheers, As we go marching on. Hip, hip, hip, hip, Hurrah!
