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John Brown
- John Brown's body lies a-mould'ring in the grave,(ter)
but his soul is marching on.
Glory, glory, halleluja,(ter)
his soul is marching on. - The stars of heaven are looking kindly down,(ter)
on the grave of old John Brown.
- He's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord,(ter)
but his soul is marching on.
- John Brown died that the slave might be free,(ter)
but his soul goes marching on.
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