John Browns body lies a-mouldering in the grave;
John Browns body lies a-mouldering in the grave;
John Browns body lies a-mouldering in the grave;
But his soul is marching on!

CHORUS.
Glory, glory, hallelujah, 
Glory, glory, hallelujah,
Glory, glory, hallelujah, 
His soul is marching on! 
 
He has gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord,
He has gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord,
He has gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord,
And his soul is marching on!
 CHORUS.

John Browns knapsack is strapped upon his back,
John Browns knapsack is strapped upon his back,
John Browns knapsack is strapped upon his back,
And his soul is marching on!
 CHORUS.

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;
And they'll go marching on!
 CHORUS.

We will hang Jeff Davis from a sour apple tree,
We will hang Jeff Davis from a sour apple tree,
We will hang Jeff Davis from a sour apple tree,
And we'll go marching on!
 CHORUS.

Now, give three rousing cheers for the Union,
Now, give three rousing cheers for the Union,
Now, give three rousing cheers for the Union,
As we go marching on!
 CHORUS.