John Brown's body lies mouldering in the grave! John Brown's body lies mouldering in the grave! John Brown's body lies mouldering in the grave! His soul is marching on. Glory, glory hallelujah! Glory, glory hallelujah! Glory, glory hallelujah! His soul is marching on. The stars of heaven are looking kindly down! The stars of heaven are looking kindly down! The stars of heaven are looking kindly down! On the grave of old John Brown! 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. --_Charles S. Hall._ No prophet is ever able to foretell what will catch the popular ear. The original John Brown song, written by Miss Edna Dean Proctor, is certainly far more coherent and intelligible than the lines which have formed the marching song for over a million men, and have held their own through a generation. It is well worth repeating here:-- "John Brown died on the scaffold for the slave; Dark was the hour when we dug his hallowed grave; Now God avenges the life he gladly gave, Freedom reigns to-day! Glory, glory hallelujah, Glory, glory hallelujah, Glory, glory hallelujah. Freedom reigns to-day! "John Brown sowed and the harvesters are we; Honor to him who has made the bondsman free; Loved evermore shall our noble ruler be, Freedom reigns to-day! "John Brown's body lies mouldering in the grave; Bright o'er the sod let the starry banner wave; Lo! for the million he periled all to save, Freedom reigns to-day! "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 day's dawn, Freedom reigns to-day! "John Brown dwells where the battle's strife is o'er; Hate cannot harm him, nor sorrow stir him more; Earth will remember the martyrdom he bore, Freedom reigns to-day! "John Brown's body lies mouldering in the grave; John Brown lives in the triumph of the brave; John Brown's soul not a higher joy can crave, Freedom reigns to-day!"