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On the second of December we'll always remember As the day John Brown went marching in Well, they took him from his cell with a .44 cal Now he's gone for the gallows to hang When John Brown walked by on his way to die Conviction tortured him He said man is depraved And there ain't no slave can dwell here in Beulah land Twelve fifes and drums and twenty one guns As they marched him to the hanging ground Then John started laughing staring up at the coffin Said no grave can hold this body down Mister Governor Wise won't you read from his crimes While they wrap that rope 'round his neck And old Mr. Avis, I want you to turn them pages And read what the good book said Then John Brown spoke with a neck full of rope This blood I shed for thee For the sin of this land can never repent Until every slave goes free John Brown's dream John Brown's dream John Brown's dream was the devil is dead From Letras Mania