POLI 100C POLITICAL PARTIES
23 February 2006























John Brown's Body |: 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: -------------------------------------------------------------- Battle Hymn of the Republic, by Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910 (Written after she heard John Brown's Body) Mine eyes have seen the glory Of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage Where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning Of His terrible swift sword; His truth is marching on. Chorus: Glory! glory, hallelujah! Glory! glory, hallelujah! Glory! glory, hallelujah! Our God is marching on. 2. I have seen Him in the watchfires Of a hundred circling camps; They have builded Him an altar In the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence By the dim and flaring lamps; His day is marching on. Chorus 3. I have read a fiery gospel Writ in burnished rows of steel; "As ye deal with my condemners, So with you my grace shall deal." Let the hero born of woman Crush the serpent with his heel, Since god is marching on! Chorus 4. He has sounded forth the trumpet That shall never sound retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men Before His judgment seat; O be swift, my soul, to answer Him; Be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. Chorus 5. In beauty of the lilies, Christ born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom That transfigures you and me; As he died to make men holy, Let us live to make men free, While God is marching on. Chorus: 6. He is coming like the glory Of the morning on the wave; He is wisdom to the mighty, He is honor to the brave; So the world shall be His footstool, And the soul of wrong His slave. Our God is marching on. Chorus:

1860 Douglas 12 1,004,042 21.47% Northern Democrat
Lincoln 180 1,855,276 39.67% Republican
Breckinridge 72 672,601 14.38% Southern Democrat
Bell 39 590,980 12.64% Unionist
(Fusion) 0 553,570 11.84 Misc. Fusion Tickets


