John Brown the abolitionists deserves a Presidential Pardon.
He was hung 150 years ago December 2.
Here are two versions of “John Brown’s Body”
Old John Brown’s body lies a-mouldering in the grave,
While weep the sons of bondage whom he ventured all to save;
But though he lost his life in struggling for the slave,
His truth is marching on.
Chorus:
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on!
John Brown was a hero, undaunted, true and brave;
Kansas knew his valor when he fought her rights to save;
And now though the grass grows green above his grave,
His truth is marching on.
Chorus
He captured Harpers Ferry with his nineteen men so few,
And he frightened “Old Virginny” till she trembled through and through,
They hung him for a traitor, themselves a traitor crew,
But his truth is marching on.
Chorus
John Brown was John the Baptist for the Christ we are to see,
Christ who of the bondsman shall the Liberator be;
And soon throughout the sunny South the slaves shall all be free.
For his truth is marching on.
Chorus
The conflict that he heralded, he looks from heaven to view,
On the army of the Union with its flag, red, white, and blue,
And heaven shall ring with anthems o’er the deeds they mean to do,
For his truth is marching on.
Chorus
Oh, soldiers of freedom, then strike while strike you may
The deathblow of oppression in a better time and way;
For the dawn of old John Brown was brightened into day,
And his truth is marching on.
Chorus
John Brown’s body lies a-mouldering in the grave,
John Brown’s body lies a-mouldering in the grave,
John Brown’s body lies a-mouldering in the grave,
But his soul goes marching on.
Chorus:
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!
His soul goes marching on.
He’s gone to be a soldier in the Army of the Lord
He’s gone to be a soldier in the Army of the Lord
He’s gone to be a soldier in the Army of the Lord
His soul goes marching on.
Chorus
John Brown’s knapsack is strapped upon his back
John Brown’s knapsack is strapped upon his back
John Brown’s knapsack is strapped upon his back
His soul goes marching on.
Chorus
John Brown died that the slaves might be free
John Brown died that the slaves might be free
John Brown died that the slaves might be free
But his soul goes marching on.
Chorus
The stars above in Heaven now are looking kindly down
The stars above in Heaven now are looking kindly down
The stars above in Heaven now are looking kindly down
On the grave of old John Brown.
Chorus
Sources
“Story of John Brown’s Song,” an article writen by Edwin Cotter, published in Lake Placid News.