Joshua White
Ian & Sylvia
Odetta
Mississippi John Hurt
John Denver
The Rooftop Singers
Arlo Guthrie
Judy Collins
Joan Baez & Bob Gibson
The Weavers
The Weavers
Peter Yarrow
Paul Stookey
Ian & Sylvia
Joan Baez
Tom Paxton
Tom Paxton
The Smothers Brothers
Milton Okun
Jean Ritchie
John Denver
Phil Ochs
Ramblin’ Jack Elliott
The Chad Mitchell Trio
The Chad Mitchell Trio
The Chad Mitchell Trio
The Chad Mitchell Trio
Theodore Bikel
Glenn Yarbrough
Jean Ritchie
Ronnie Gilbert
Tom Paxton
Tom Paxton
Jean Ritchie
John Denver
Glory, Glory, Glory Hallelujah
Glory, Glory, Glory Hallelujah
Glory, Glory, Glory Hallelujah
Our truth is marching on
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the launching of the Sword;
It is trampling out the vintage where the stranger's wealth is stored;
We have loosed our fateful lightning and with flame and death has scored;
Our might is marching on
Glory, Glory, Glory Hallelujah
Glory, Glory, Glory Hallelujah
Glory, Glory, Glory Hallelujah
Our Might is marching on
I have seen it in the watch-fires of a hundred foreign camps;
Where we've builded it an altar in the Eastern dews and damps;
I have read its righteous sentence by the light of human lamps —
Our power is marching on
I have seen its gospel message writ in burnished rows of steel:
"As men deal with our pretensions, so with them our well shall deal;
Let the mighty sons of Freedom crush the patriots with their heel;
Our Greed is marching on!"
(here first four lines of marine's lament are sung over the chorus)
Glory, Glory, Glory Hallelujah, / From the Halls of Montezuma
Glory, Glory, Glory Hallelujah, / To the shores of Tripoli;
Glory, Glory, Glory Hallelujah, / We fight our country’s battles
Our Greed is marching on!" / On the land as on the sea;
In a sordid slime harmonious Greed was born in yonder ditch
With a longing in its bosom—for all others' goods an itch
As Christ died to make men holy, let men die to make us rich—
Our god is marching on
Glory, Glory, Glory Hallelujah
Glory, Glory, Glory Hallelujah
Glory, Glory, Glory Hallelujah
Our god is marching on!"
The Battle Hymn of the Republic Brought Down to Date was written by Mark Twain.