February 1862
Battle Hymn of the Republic
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hast loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.
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1861 Marching Song
John Brown’s body lies a-mouldering in the grave, John Brown’s body lies a-mouldering in the grave, John Brown’s body lies a-mouldering in the grave, But his soul goes marching on.
Chorus: Glory, glory hallelujah, Glory, glory hallelujah, Glory, glory hallelujah, His soul goes marching on. Continue reading
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