[The strong hold which this song and the three which follow it (“Marching thro’ Georgia,” “The Battle-Cry of Freedom” and “Tramp, Tramp, Tramp”) had upon the favor of the Union soldiers during the war entitles them to insertion here in spite of their lack of poetic merit. The critics, from the time of Mr. Richard Grant White’s collection until now, have condemned them as doggerel, but songs that were sung with enthusiasm by all the soldiers of the republic during the dark years of the Civil War cannot be denied the possession of merit, whether criticism is able to recognize it or not.--EDITOR.] [Illustration] GLORY HALLELUJAH! OR JOHN BROWN’S BODY. 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.--_Chorus._ John Brown’s knapsack is strapped upon his back. His soul is marching on.--_Chorus._ His pet lambs will meet him on the way, And they’ll go marching on.--_Chorus._ They’ll hang Jeff Davis on a sour apple tree, As they go marching on.--_Chorus._ Now for the Union let’s give three rousing cheers, As we go marching on. Hip, hip, hip, hip, Hurrah! [Illustration] [Illustration] MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA. Bring the good old bugle, boys! we’ll sing another song-- Sing it with a spirit that will start the world along-- Sing it as we used to sing it fifty thousand strong, While we were marching through Georgia. _Chorus._--“Hurrah! Hurrah! we bring the jubilee! Hurrah! Hurrah! the flag that makes you free!” So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea, How the darkeys shouted when they heard the joyful sound! How the turkeys gobbled which our commissary found! How the sweet potatoes even started from the ground, While we were marching through Georgia.--_Chorus_. Yes, and there were Union men who wept with joyful tears, When they saw the honor’d flag they had not seen for years; Hardly could they be restrained from breaking forth in cheers, While we were marching through Georgia.--_Chorus._ “Sherman’s dashing Yankee boys will never reach the coast!” So the saucy rebels said--and ’twas a handsome boast, Had they not forgot, alas! to reckon on a host, While we were marching through Georgia.--_Chorus._