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 lightening

Of His terrible swift sword

His truth is marching on

Glory, Glory Hallelujah

Glory, Glory Hallelujah

Glory, Glory Hallelujah

His truth is marching on

His truth is marching on

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