John Brown's body lies a-mould'ring in the grave,
John Brown's body lies a-mould'ring in the grave,
John Brown's body lies a-mould'ring in the grave,
Ch: Then it's hip, hip, hip, hur-rah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah,
Glory, glory, hallelujah,
Glory, glory, hallelujah,
Then it's hip, hip, hip, hurrah!
There's my girl with the blue dress on
John Brown's wife drinks whiskey in her tea!