John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave His soul goes marching on. — Thomas Brigham Bishop
John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave His soul goes marching on. — Thomas Brigham Bishop
John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave His soul goes marching on. — Thomas Brigham Bishop
John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave His soul goes marching on. — Thomas Brigham Bishop
John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave His soul goes marching on. — Thomas Brigham Bishop
John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave His soul goes marching on. — Thomas Brigham Bishop
John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave His soul goes marching on. — Thomas Brigham Bishop
John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave His soul goes marching on. — Thomas Brigham Bishop
John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave His soul goes marching on. — Thomas Brigham Bishop
John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave His soul goes marching on. — Thomas Brigham Bishop
John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave His soul goes marching on. — Thomas Brigham Bishop
John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave His soul goes marching on. — Thomas Brigham Bishop
John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave His soul goes marching on. — Thomas Brigham Bishop
John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave His soul goes marching on. — Thomas Brigham Bishop
John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave His soul goes marching on. — Thomas Brigham Bishop
John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave His soul goes marching on. — Thomas Brigham Bishop
John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave His soul goes marching on. — Thomas Brigham Bishop
John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave His soul goes marching on. — Thomas Brigham Bishop
John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave His soul goes marching on. — Thomas Brigham Bishop
John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave His soul goes marching on. — Thomas Brigham Bishop
John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave His soul goes marching on. — Thomas Brigham Bishop
John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave His soul goes marching on. — Thomas Brigham Bishop
John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave His soul goes marching on. — Thomas Brigham Bishop
John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave His soul goes marching on. — Thomas Brigham Bishop
John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave His soul goes marching on. — Thomas Brigham Bishop
John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave His soul goes marching on. — Thomas Brigham Bishop
John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave His soul goes marching on. — Thomas Brigham Bishop
John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave His soul goes marching on. — Thomas Brigham Bishop
John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave His soul goes marching on. — Thomas Brigham Bishop
John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave His soul goes marching on. — Thomas Brigham Bishop
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John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave His soul goes marching on.

— Thomas Brigham Bishop
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