John Brown
1.
John Brown's body lies a mould'ringIn the grave,But his soul is marching on.
Chorus(tris).
Glory! Glory! HallelujahHis soul is marching on!
2.(tris).
He's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord,His soul is marching on.
3.John Brown died that the slave might be free,But his soul goes marching on.
4.The stars of heaven are looking kindly down,On the grave of old John Brown.