Summary

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.
Source: Gutenberg

A Book of Old Ballads — Volume 4

Or heave the windy sigh:
The man had killed the thing he loved,
And so he had to die.
And all men kill the thing they love,
By all let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
APPENDIX
From "Percy's Reliques"--Volume I.
THE FROLICKSOME DUKE
Printed from a black-letter copy in the Pepys Collection.
KING ESTMERE
This ballad is given from two versions, one in the Percy folio
manuscript, and of considerable antiquity. The original version was
probably written at the end of the fifteenth century.
Source: Gutenberg

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