John Brown's body lies a-moulderin' in the grave
John Brown's body lies a-moulderin' in the grave
John Brown's body lies a-moulderin' in the grave
But his soul goes marching on.

The stars above in heaven are lookin' kindly down
The stars above in heaven are lookin' kindly down
The stars above in heaven are lookin' kindly down
On the grave of old John Brown.

Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
His soul goes marching on.

He captured Harper's Ferry with his nineteen men so [bad word] He frightened old Virginia 'til she trembled through and through
They hung him for a traitor, they themselves the traitor crew
But his soul goes marching on.

Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
His soul goes marching on!