John Brown's Body

John Brown’s body lies a-mould’ring in the grave,

John Brown’s body foes a-mould’ring in the grave,

John Brown’s body lies a-mould’ring in the grave,

But his soul goes marching on.

 

Chorus Glory, glory, hallelujah!

Glory, glory, hallelujah!

Glory, glory, hallelujah!

His soul goes marching on.

 

John Brown died that the slave might be free,

John Brown died that the slave might be free;

John Brown died that the slave might be free,

But his soul goes marching on.

 

Now has come the glorious Jubilee,

Now has come the glorious jubilee,

Now has come the glorious jubilee,

But his soul goes marching on.