"I'll tak the scales o gowd frae my hair,
I'll follow you for evermair."
She has tane the scales o gowd frae her head,
She's followed him, to beg her bread.
She has tane the scales o gowd frae her hair,
And she has followd him evermair.
Atween the kitchen and the ha,
There he loot his cloutie cloak fa.
The red gowd shined oure them aw,
And the bride frae the bridegroom was stown awa.
[JOHN BROWN'S BODY]
Old John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave,
Because he fought for Freedom and the stricken Negro slave;
Old John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave,
But his soul is marching on.
Chorus
Glory, glory, Hallelujah!
Glory, glory, Hallelujah!
Glory, glory, Hallelujah!
His soul is marching on.