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American Ballads and Folk Songs
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, His soul is marching on.
John Brown died that the slave might be free, But his soul goes marching on.
He captured Harper's Ferry with his nineteen men so true, And he frightened old Virginia till she trembled through
and through j They hung him for a traitor, themselves the traitor crew, But his soul goes marching on.
John Brown's knapsack is strapped to his back, His soul is marching on.
His pet lambs will meet on the way, And they'll go marching on.
They will hang Jeff Davis on a sour apple tree, As they go marching on.
Now has come the glorious jubilee, When all mankind are free.
HOLD ON, ABRAHAM*
We're going down to Dixie, to Dixie, to Dixie,
We're going down to Dixie, to Dixie, to fight for the dear Old Flag,
And should we fall in Dixie, in Dixie, in Dixie,
And should we fall in Dixie, we'll die for the dear Old Flag.
* From Songs of the Civil War in Harris Collection, Brown University.