A Book of Old Ballads — Volume 4
“ JOHN BROWN'S BODY Old John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave, Because he fought for Freedom and the stricken Negro slave; Old John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave, But his soul is marching on. Chorus Glory, glory, Hallelujah! Glory, glory, Hallelujah! Glory, glory, Hallelujah! His soul is marching on. He was a noble martyr, was Old John Brown the true; His little patriot band into a noble army grew; He was a noble martyr, was Old John Brown the true, And his soul is marching on. ”
