Monday, 29 June 2009

  • The Battle Hymn of the Republic

        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!
            His truth is marching on.

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