Verse
Ellsworth's (John Brown's) body lies a mould'ring in the grave,
Ellsworth's (John Brown's) body lies a mould'ring in the grave,
Ellsworth's (John Brown's) body lies a mould'ring in the grave,
His soul is marching on!

Chorus
Glory! Glory Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory Hallelujah!
His soul is marching on.

Verse
The stars of Heaven are looking kindly down,
The stars of Heaven are looking kindly down,
The stars of Heaven are looking kindly down,
On the grave of poor Ellsworth (old John Brown)!

Verse
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 is marching on!

Verse
Ellsworth's (John Brown's) knapsack is strapped upon his back,
Ellsworth's (John Brown's) knapsack is strapped upon his back,
Ellsworth's (John Brown's) knapsack is strapped upon his back,
His soul is marching on.

Verse
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,
And they'll go marching on.

Verse
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.

Verse
Let's give three good rousing cheers for the union,
Let's give three good rousing cheers for the union,
Let's give three good rousing cheers for the union,
As we're marching on.

Intro
Words dedicated to and sung by the Fourth Battalion of Rifles. 13th Regiment Massachusetts Volunteers.

Verse
Cheer for the banner as we rally 'neath its stars,
As we join the Northern legion and are off for the wars,
Ready for the onset, for the bullet, blood and scars!
Cheer for the dear old flag!

Chorus
Glory! Glory! Glory for the North!
Glory to the soldiers she is sending forth!
Glory! Glory! Glory for the North!
They'll conquer as they go.

Verse
Cheer for the sweethearts we are now forced to leave,
Think of us lassies, but for us don't grieve,
Bright be the garlands that for us you'll weave,
When we return to your smiles.

Verse
Blank looks in Dixie when Northern troops come!
Sad hearts in Dixie when they hear the victor's drum!
Pale cheeks in Dixie when rattle, shell and bomb,
And down goes the Dixie rag!

Verse
Swift heels in Dixie, but swifter on their track!
We'll meet them on their stomping ground and quickly drive 'em back!
Nimble feet in Dixie when they hear the rifle's crack
Of the Old Bay States' Thirteenth!