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Texts Sung to the Tune of "Battle Hymn of the Republic" and "John Brown's Body"
(Refrain)
Glory, glory, hallelujah (3x)
For ever, evermore!
(2nd verse)
By the grace of God we'll meet you (3x)
Where parting is no more.
(3rd verse)
Jesus lives and reigns forever (3x)
On Canaan's happy shore.
It wouldn't surprise me at all if this song had more verses (perhaps *many* more), but I don't recall coming across any more than these three in my research.
This hymn book lists the author as "unknown", so it is obvious quite far removed from the original (so far as this type of folk hymn can be said to even *have* an original).
John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back, (3x)
His soul goes marching on.
(This again is a reference to the live, runty John Brown who apparently had a lot of trouble with his knapsack.)
John Brown died that the slaves might be free,
But his soul goes marching on.
Chorus:
Glory! Glory! Glory for the North!
Glory to the soldiers she is sending forth!
Glory! Glory! Glory for the North!
They'll conquer as they go.
The John Brown Song
Words: anonymous
Music: "John Brown's Body"
John Brown Song:
1. 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!
Glory, glory hallelujah!
Glory, glory hallelujah!
His truth is marching on!
2. 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)
3. He captured Harper's 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)
4. 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)
5. 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)
6. 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 has brightened into day,
And his truth is marching on. (Chorus)
The President's Proclamation
Words by Edna Dean Proctor
Music: "John Brown's Body"
1. John Brown died on a scaffold for the slave;
Dark was the hour when we dug his hallowed grave;
Now God avenges the life he gladly gave,
Freedom reigns today!
Chorus:
Glory, glory hallelujah!
Glory, glory hallelujah!
Glory, glory hallelujah!
Freedom reigns today!
2. John Brown sowed and his harvesters are we;
Honor to him who has made the bondmen free!
Loved evermore shall our noble Ruler be--
Freedom reigns today! (Chorus)
3. John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave!
Bright, o'er the sod, let the starry banner wave;
Lo! for the millions he periled all to save--
Freedom reigns today! (Chorus)
4. John Brown lives--we are gaining on our foes;
Right shall be victor whatever may oppose;
Fresh, through the darkness, the wind of morning blows-
Freedom reigns today! (Chorus)
5. John Brown's soul through the world is marching on;
Hail to the hour when oppression shall be gone!
All men will sing in the better age's dawn,
Freedom reigns today! (Chorus)
6. John Brown dwells where the battle strife is o'er;
Hate cannot harm him nor sorrow stir him more;
Earth will remember the crown of thorns he wore-
Freedom reigns today! (Chorus)
7. John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave;
John Brown lives in the triumphs of the brave;
John Brown's soul not a higher joy can crave
Freedom reigns today! (Chorus)
Marching Song of the First Arkansas (Negro) Regiment
Words ascribed to Capt. Lindley Miller
Music: "John Brown's Body"
1. Oh, we're the bully soldiers of the "First of Arkansas,"
We are fighting for the Union, we are fighting for the law,
We can hit a Rebel further than a white man ever saw,
As we go marching on.
Chorus:
Glory, glory hallelujah,
Glory, glory hallelujah,
Glory, glory hallelujah,
As we go marching on.
2. See, there above the center, where the flag is waving bright,
We are going out of slavery; we're bound for freedom's light;
We mean to show Jeff Davis how the Africans can fight,
As we go marching on! (Chorus)
3. We have done with hoeing cotton, we have done with hoeing corn,
We are colored Yankee soldiers, now, as sure as you are born;
When the masters hear us yelling, they'll think it's Gabriel's horn,
As we go marching on. (Chorus)
4. They will have to pay us wages, the wages of their sin,
They will have to bow their foreheads to their colored kith and kin,
They will have to give us house-room, or the roof shall tumble in!
As we go marching on. (Chorus)
5. We heard the Proclamation, master hush it as he will,
The bird he sing it to us, hoppin' on the cotton hill,
And the possum up the gum tree, he couldn't keep it still,
As he went climbing on. (Chorus)
6. They said, "Now colored brethren, you shall be forever free,
From the first of January, Eighteen hundred sixty-three."
We heard it in the river going rushing to the sea,
As it went sounding on. (Chorus)
7. Father Abraham has spoken and the message has been sent,
The prison doors he opened, and out the pris'ners went,
To join the sable army of the "African descent,"
As we go marching on. (Chorus)
8. Then fall in, colored brethren, you'd better do it soon,
Don't you hear the drum a-beating the Yankee Doodle tune?
We are with you now this morning, we'll be far away at noon,
As we go marching on. (Chorus)
Kriegslied der Division Blenker, to the melody of "John Brown's Body".
Wir sind Deutsche und wir kämpfen
Für die Freiheit der Union
Fest im Glauben an die Einheit
So wie "48" schon
Yankee-Doodle auf den Lippen
Ist Gerechtigkeit der Lohn
Für das Banner der Union!
Chorus:
Auf, für Lincoln und die Freiheit,
Auf, für Lincoln und die Freiheit,
Auf, für Lincoln und die Freiheit
Für das Banner der Union!
Ob mit Blenker oder Küster
Uns'rer Fahne ist das gleich
Wir marschieren in den Süden
Stürzen der Tyrannen Reich
Kommt der Feind mit großer Tücke
Und versetzt uns einen Streich,
Uns're Fahne niemals weicht!
Chorus...
Kämpften wir einst gegen Fürsten
Und feudale Tyrannei
Stehen wir jetzt gegen Feinde
Deren Krieg das Land entzwei'
Den Rebellen dünken Ziele
Wie die uns'ren einerlei
Darum tönt das Feldgeschrei:
Chorus...
Seht die lange blaue Reihe
Hört, die Trommeln schlagen an
Aus der Nähe, aus der Ferne
Tönet stolz der Hörner Klang
Wir marschieren jetzt nach Süden
Und es weiss ein jeder Mann:
Dass der Feind nicht siegen kann!
Chorus.
Translation of "Kriegslied der Division Blenker", courtesy marasek@telton.de of Geschichtstheatergesellschaft "1848", a German Living History Society focussing on the European 1848/49 revolutions and the role of the "Forty-Eighters" in the American Civil War:
War-song of the Blenker Division.
We are Germans and we're fighting
For the Freedom of the Union
True in faith for the Union
As we were in "48",
Yankee-Doodle on our lips
And justice is our reward
For the banner of the Union!
Chorus:
Rally for Lincoln and for Liberty
Rally for Lincoln and for Liberty
Rally for Lincoln and for Liberty
For the Banner of the Union!
Wether with Blenker or with Küster
Doesn't matter to our flag
We are marching to the South
Toppling the tyrants' kingdom.
If the enemy, mischieveously,
does afflict us a defeat,
Our flag will never retreat!
Chorus...
Once we fought against dukes
and feudal tyranny
Now we rally against foes
Whose war will separate the land
The rebels don't care
About our cause
Therefore sounds our battle-cry:
Chorus...
Look at the long blue line
Hear the drums a-sounding
From near and from the distance
Proudly bugles call
Wa are marching to the South
And every man knows
Our enemy cannot win!
Chorus.
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Brave McClellan is our leader now, or, Glory hallelujah / words by Mrs. M.A. Kidder ;
also the famous John Brown's song ; arranged for the piano by Augustus Cull.
New York : Horace Waters, c1862.
LYRICS
Brave McClellan is Our Leader Now. Or, Glory Hallelujah.
Brave McClellan is our Leader now,
Brave McClellan is our Leader now,
Brave McClellan is our Leader now,
With him we're marching on!
Chorus:
Glory, Glory Hallelujah!
Glory, Glory Hallelujah!
Glory, Glory Hallelujah!
With him we're marching on!
We are bound for Dixie's Land, my boys,
We are bound for Dixie's Land, my boys,
Firmly by our Flag we'll stand my boys,
For we are marching on!
We have had our last retreat, my boys,
We have had our last retreat, my boys,
Northern pluck is hard to beat, my boys,
McClellan's marching on!
We have heard his words so firm and true,
We have heard his words so firm and true:
"If you stand by me, I'll stand by you,
While we are marching on!"
Abra'm's looking with a smile, my boys,
Abra'm's looking with a smile, my boys,
He is thinking, all the while, my boys,
How firm we're marching on!
We are going into Dixie's Land,
We are going into Dixie's Land,
Crushing treason with a dauntless hand,
While we are marching on!
Johnny Bull is showing fight, my boys,
Johnny Bull is showing fight, my boys,
Let him come, we'll set him right, my boys,
McClellan's marching on!
Soon our Flag shall float o'er land and sea,
Soon our Flag shall float o'er land and sea,
Emblem of a Nation's Liberty,
While she is marching on!
Now three cheers for Uncle Sam, my boys,
Now three cheers for Uncle Sam, my boys,
Now three cheers for Uncle Sam, my boys,
The Union's marching on!
John Brown's Song.
John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave,
John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave,
John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave,
His soul is marching on!
Chorus:
Glory, Glory Hallelujah!
Glory, Glory Hallelujah!
Glory, Glory Hallelujah!
His soul is 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 is marching on!
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 is marching on!
His pet lambs will meet him on the way,
His pet lambs will meet him on the way,
His pet lambs will meet him on the way,
As they go marching on!
They will hang Jeff Davis to a tree!
They will hang Jeff Davis to a tree!
They will hang Jeff Davis to a tree!
As they go marching on!
Now, three rousing cheers for the Union!
Now, three rousing cheers for the Union!
Now, three rousing cheers for the Union!
As we go marching on.
Hip, hip, hip, hip, hurrah,
Source: Library of Congress, "We'll Sing to Abe Our Song!":
Sheet Music about Lincoln, Emancipation, and the Civil War
from the Alfred Whital Stern Collection of Lincolniana,
http://memory.loc.gov/ammem/scsmhtml/scsmhome.html
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Some of the songs (ie, John Brown's Body) have *many* more verses,
some published in various places and many never published at all.