John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave,
John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave,
But his soul goes marching on.

Chorus
Glory, glory, hallelujah,
Glory, glory, hallelujah,
His soul goes 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,
His soul goes marching on.
Chorus

| John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back,
John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back,
His soul goes marching on.
Chorus

| John Brown died that the slaves might be free,
John Brown died that the slaves might be free,
His soul goes marching on.
Chorus:

The stars above in Heaven now are looking kindly down,
The stars above in Heaven now are looking kindly down,
His soul goes marching on.
Chorus

1.
Oh, say can you see,
by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed
at the twilight's last gleaming?

Whose broad stripes and bright stars,
through the perilous fight.
O'er the ramparts we watched
were so gallantly streaming?

And the rockets' red glare,
the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that
our flag was still there,
Oh, say does that star-spangled
banner yet wave.
O'er the land of the free
and the home of the brave!

3.
And where is that band
who so vauntingly swore,
That the havoc of war
and the battle's confusion.

A home and a country
shall leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out
their foul footstep's pollution.

No refuge could save
the hireling and slave.
From the terrors of flight
or the gloom of the grave.

And the star-spangled banner in
triumph doth wave.
O'er the land of the free
and the home of the brave!

Around her neck
She wore a yellow ribbon,
She wore it in the springtime
And in the month of May.
And if you asked her
Why the heck she wore it,
She'd say "It's for my lover
Who is far, far away".

Refrain:
Far away!
Far away!
She wore it for her lover far away.
Around her neck she wore a yellow ribbon.
She wore it for her lover who is far, far away.

Around the block she pushed a baby carriage. . .

Around her thigh she wore a yellow garter. . .

Behind the door her daddy kept his shotgun. . .

And in the church the preacher kept a license

In a cavern, in a canyon
excavating for a mine,
Dwelt a miner, forty-niner
and his doughter Clementine. 

CHORUS
Oh my darling, oh my darling,
oh my darling, Clementine.
You are lost and gone forever,
dreadful sorry,  Clementine.

Light she was and like a fairy
and her shoes were number nine.
Herring boxes without topses,
sandals were for Clementine.

Drove she ducklings to the water
every morning just at nine,
Hit her foot against a splinter,
fell into the foaming brine.

Ruby lips above the water,
blowing bubbles soft and fine,
Alas for me! I was no swimmer,
so I lost my Clemetine.

In a churchyard near the canyon,
where the myrtle doth entwine,
There grow reses and other posies,
fertilized by Clementine.

  
Then the miner,  forty-niner,
soon began to peak and pine,
Thought he oughter join his daughter,
now he's with his Clementine.

In my dreams she still doth haunt me,
robbed in garments soake in brine,
While in life I used hug her,
now she's dead I draw the line.

How I missed her, how I missed her,
how I missed my Clementine,
Until I kissed her little sister,
and forgot my Clementine.

Now ye Scouts all heed the warning
to this tragic tale of mine,
Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation
would have saved my Clementine.

I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair,
Borne, like a vapor, on the summer air;
I see her tripping where the bright streams play,
Happy as the daisies that dance on her way.
Many were the wild notes her merry voice would pour,
Many were the blithe birds that warbled them o'er:
Oh! I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair,
Floating, like a vapor, on the soft summer air.

I long for Jeanie with the daydawn smile,
Radiant in gladness, warm with winning guile;
I hear her melodies, like joys gone by,
Sighing round my heart o'er the fond hopes that die:-
Sighing like the night wind and sobbing like the rain,-
Wailing for the lost one that comes not again:
Oh! I long for Jeanie, and my heart bows low,
Never more to find her where the bright waters flow.

I sigh for Jeanie, but her light form strayed
Far from the fond hearts round her native glade;
Her smiles have vanished and her sweet songs flown,
Flitting like the dreams that have cheered us and gone.
Now the nodding wild flowers may wither on the shore
While her gentle fingers will cull them no more:
Oh! I sigh for Jeanie with the light brown hair,
Floating, like a vapor, on the soft summer air.

Alas, my love, you do me wrong
To cast me off discourteously
For I have loved you well and long
Delighting in your company.

Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight
Greensleeves was my heart of gold
And who but my lady greensleeves.

Your vows you've broken, like my heart
Oh, why did you so enrapture me?
Now I remain in a world apart
But my heart remains in captivity.

I have been ready at your hand
To grant whatever you would crave
I have both wagered life and land
Your love and good-will for to have.

f you intend thus to disdain
It does the more enrapture me
And even so, I still remain
A lover in captivity

My men were clothed all in green
And they did ever wait on thee
All this was gallant to be seen
And yet thou wouldst not love me.

Thou couldst desire no earthly thing
but still thou hadst it readily.
Thy music still to play and sing
And yet thou wouldst not love me.

Well, I will pray to God on high
that thou my constancy mayst see
And that yet once before I die
Thou wilt vouchsafe to love me.

Ah, Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu
To God I pray to prosper thee
For I am still thy lover true
Come once again and love me.