Familiar Songs - Their Authors & Histories

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The following words were written by Henry Howard Brownell, who died at Hartford,
Conn., October 31, 1872, aged fifty-two. Mr. Brownell entitled his poem, "Words that can
be sung to the ' Hallelujah chorus/" and says, " If people will sing about Old John Brown,
there is no reason why they shouldn't have words with a little meaning and ryhthm in
Old John Brown lies a-mouldering in the grave,
Old John Brown lies slumbering in his grave —
But John Brown's soul is marching with the brave,
His soul is marching on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His soul is marching on.
He has gone to be a soldier in the Army of the Lord, He is sworn as a private in the ranks of the Lord — He shall stand at Armageddon with his brave old sword,
When Heaven is marching on. Glory, etc.
For Heaven is marching on.
He shall file in front where the lines of battle form — He shall face to front when the squares of battle form — Time with the column, and charge with the storm, Where men are marching on. Glory, etc.
True men are marching on.
Ah, foul tyrants ! do ye hear him where he comes? Ah, black traitors! do ye know him as he comes? In thunder of the cannon and roll of the drums,
As we go marching on. Glory, etc.
We all are marching on.
Men may die, and moulder in the dust — Men may die, and arise again from dust, Shoulder to shoulder, in the ranks of the Just,
When Heaven is marching on. Glory, etc.
The Lord is marching on.
James Eyder Eandall, author of the words of " Maryland, my Maryland," was born in Baltimore, on New Year's day, 1839. He was educated at Georgetown College, District of Columbia, and when quite young went to Louisiana and edited a newspaper at Point Coupee. From there he went to New Orleans, where he was engaged upon The Sunday Delta, and in April, 1861, he wrote his song, "Maryland, my Maryland." At the close of the war he became editor of The Constitutionalist, published at Augusta, Georgia.
"Maryland, my Maryland," first published in Baltimore, was set to the fine German Burschenlied which begins:
O Taunenbaum, O Tannenbaum, Wie griin sind deine Blatter!—
Longfellow's translation of which, " 0 hemlock tree," etc., is well known. " My Maryland* became the finest battle-song of the Southern Confederacy during the war.