A Song for the Times, or John Brown



A Song for the Times, or John Brown,

You all have heard of old John Brown,
A man he was right up and down,
Who, when he saw a thing was true,
Went straight to work to put it through, Put it through.

He took good care to count the cost,
How much there might be gained or lost;
And found, he said, that, either way,
The plan he had was sure to pay, Sure to pay.

What bad men make to pass for law,
With old John Brown weighed not a straw,
And, though enforced with all their might,
Shook not his faith that: Right is right, Right is right.

It worked, like madness, in his brain
To see his brother drag a chain;
And, let who would forbid or scoff,
Straight goes John Brown to strike it off, Strike it off.

Saw all their wrongs and all their shame,
Felt for the bound as bound with them . .
Far better he were in his grave
Than live and never help the slave! Help the slave!

To stay his hand, to shut his mouth,
They seized and hung him in the South.
His mouth is hushed, his hand is still..
But old John Brown they could not kill, Could not kill.

Oh! Great Soul of Old John Brown!
Through all the land, go thundering on,
’Till all our armies, all our towns
Shall, all, be full of Brave John Browns, Brave John Browns!

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