John Brown's body lies a-moulderin' in the grave
John Brown's body lies a-moulderin' in the grave
John Brown's body lies a-moulderin' in the grave
But his soul goes marching on
The stars above in heaven are lookin' kindly down
The stars above in heaven are lookin' kindly down
The stars above in heaven are lookin' kindly down
On the grave of old John Brown
I really don't care for the Bragg version of The Internationale, so I always listen to a French version, but other than that I'm exactly the same.
Ditto - or the original English translation by Eugène Pottier (who wrote the song in the first place).
For reason in revolt now thunders, and at last ends the age of cant!
hits a heck of a lot better than
Don't cling so hard to your possessions, for you have nothing if you have no rights!
It's like, syllables, man. They're kinda a thing.
