John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave; (3X) His soul's marching on! (Chorus) Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! his soul's marching on! He's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord! (3X) His soul's marching on! (Chorus) John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back! (3X) His soul's marching on! (Chorus) His pet lambs will meet him on the way; (3X) They go marching on! (Chorus) They will hang Jeff Davis to a sour apple tree! (3X) As they march along! (Chorus) Now, three rousing cheers for the Union; (3X) As we are marching on!