[From "The New, New John Brown’s Body"]

Murderous lunatic, John Brown, was instantly martyred and as soon became an even greater hero throughout the northern states[…]Various versions of “John Brown’s Body” or “John Brown’s Song” began to crop up in Yankee army camps, among other hotbeds of unreasoning Yankee fanaticism[…]
Parody: The Newer John Brown’s Body, by T. Morris

The bones of John Brown’s body lie forever in his grave,
‘Twas the sons of old Virginny meted justice to the knave;
While the earth his flesh consumed, the fires of Hell his spirit craved,
Where now his soul is burning on

Glory, Glory Hallelujah,
Glory, Glory hallelujah,
Glory, Glory hallelujah,
His soul goes burning on

Old John Brown was a murderer, a raving lunatic was he,
Bloody Kansas was the canvas where his madness grew to be,
Then onto Harper’s Ferry to meet the gallant Colonel Lee,
Now his soul is burning on
(Chorus)
By his fated expedition, nineteen men he led so few,
There he stoked the righteous anger of Virginians through and through,
So they hung him as a traitor, sent Beelzebub his due,
Now his soul is burning on[…]
(Chorus)
John Brown was Satan’s man on earth, ‘tis truly plain to see,
His Yankee proselytes shall ever eat the fruit forbidden of the tree,
But soon throughout the sunny South the yoke of Yankee we’ll be free,
For his soul is burning on
(Chorus)
Now ye soldiers of Christian Freedom let us strike while strike we may,
Give the blow to northern oppression, avenge our fathers clad in grey,
For the blight of John Brown’s folly is fin’lly bright’ning into day,
His tortured soul goes burning on
(Chorus)
In the bosom of New England John Brown was born this side the sea,
Consuming hatred plagued his tortured soul so foreign to you and me,
As he died the death due traitors, let us march to victory,
While his soul goes burning on