Originally a camp-meeting tune, this song evolved into "John Brown's Body". In 1861, Julia Ward Howe, wife of a government official, wrote a poem for the Atlantic Monthly. The magazine called it the "Battle Hymn of the Republic." Lyrics: John Brown's body lays a-mold'ring in the grave, John Brown's body lays a-mold'ring in the grave, John Brown's body lays a-mold'ring in the grave, His soul goes marching on. Glory, Glory Hallelujah, Glory, Glory Hallelujah, Glory, Glory Hallelujah, His soul is marching on. He captured Harper's Ferry with his nineteen men so true, He frightened old Virginia till she trembled through and through, They hung him for a traitor, themselves the traitor crew, His soul is marching on. Glory, Glory Hallelujah, Glory, Glory Hallelujah, Glory, Glory Hallelujah, His truth is 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 is marching on. Glory, Glory Hallelujah, Glory, Glory Hallelujah, Glory, Glory Hallelujah, His truth is marching on. The stars above in Heaven are looking kindly down, The stars above in Heaven are looking kindly down, The stars above in Heaven are looking kindly down, On the grave of old John Brown. Glory, Glory Hallelujah, Glory, Glory Hallelujah, Glory, Glory Hallelujah, His soul is marching on.
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