John Brown's Body
anonimo
| Originale | Il testo considerato originale della celeberrima canzone. |
| JOHN BROWN'S BODY John Brown's body lies a-mold'ring in the grave John Brown's body lies a-mold'ring in the grave John Brown's body lies a-mold'ring in the grave His soul goes marching on Glory, Glory! Hallelujah! Glory, Glory! Hallelujah! Glory, Glory! Hallelujah! His soul is marching on He captured Harper's Ferry with his nineteen men so true He frightened old Virginia till she trembled through and through They hung him for a traitor, themselves the traitor crew His soul is marching on Glory, Glory! Hallelujah! Glory, Glory! Hallelujah! Glory, Glory! Hallelujah! His soul is marching on John Brown died that the slave might be free, John Brown died that the slave might be free, John Brown died that the slave might be free, But his soul is marching on! Glory, Glory! Hallelujah! Glory, Glory! Hallelujah! Glory, Glory! Hallelujah! His soul is marching on The stars above in Heaven are looking kindly down The stars above in Heaven are looking kindly down The stars above in Heaven are looking kindly down On the grave of old John Brown Glory, Glory! Hallelujah! Glory, Glory! Hallelujah! Glory, Glory! Hallelujah! His soul is marching on | JOHN BROWN’S ORIGINAL 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; His soul's marching on! Glory, halle--hallelujah! Glory, halle--hallelujah! Glory, halle--hallelujah! his soul's marching on! 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's marching on! Glory, halle--hallelujah! Glory, halle--hallelujah! Glory, halle--hallelujah! his soul's 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's marching on! Glory, halle--hallelujah! Glory, halle--hallelujah! Glory, halle--hallelujah! his soul's marching on! His pet lambs will meet him on the way; His pet lambs will meet him on the way; His pet lambs will meet him on the way; They go marching on! Glory, halle--hallelujah! Glory, halle--hallelujah! Glory, halle--hallelujah! his soul's marching on! They will hang Jeff. Davis to a tree! They will hang Jeff. Davis to a tree! They will hang Jeff. Davis to a tree! As they march along! Glory, halle--hallelujah! Glory, halle--hallelujah! Glory, halle--hallelujah! his soul's marching on! Now, three rousing cheers for the Union; Now, three rousing cheers for the Union; Now, three rousing cheers for the Union; As we are marching on! |
Il “Jeff. Davis” citato nella penultima strofa è Jefferson Finis Davis (1808-1889), che fu il presidente degli Stati conferderati – i ribelli, i sudisti – durante la Guerra Civile. |
