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John Brown's body lies a-moulderin' in the grave |
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John Brown's body lies a-moulderin' in the grave |
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John Brown's body lies a-moulderin' in the grave |
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But his soul goes marching on |
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The stars above in heaven are lookin' kindly down |
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The stars above in heaven are lookin' kindly down |
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The stars above in heaven are lookin' kindly down |
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On the grave of old John Brown |
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Glory glory hallelujah |
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Glory glory hallelujah |
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Glory glory hallelujah |
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His soul goes marching on |
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He captured Harper's Ferry with his nineteen men so true |
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He frightened old Virginia 'til she trembled through and through |
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They hung him for a traitor, they themselves the traitor crew |
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But his soul goes marching on |
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Glory glory hallelujah |
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Glory glory hallelujah |
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Glory glory hallelujah |
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His soul goes marching on |
