“The world shall see a Republic, or my name is not John Brown!”
’Twas the sixteenth of October, on the evening of a Sunday—
“This good work,” declared the Captain, “shall be on a holy night!”
It was on a Sunday evening, and before the noon of Monday,
With two sons, and Captain Stevens, fifteen privates—black and white—
Captain Brown,
Osawatomie Brown,
Marched across the bridged Potomac, and knocked the sentinel down;
Took the guarded armory building, and the muskets and the cannon;
Captured all the country majors and the colonels, one by one;