Froggy Bottom Café: John Brown Edition

The Café for today is open, so please take a seat, have a cuppa joe, and relax. The behind-the-bar pharmacy is well-stocked with pain relievers and headache remedies, so those of you incapacitated after last night’s kegger can seek aid here. Alternatively, we’re offering mimosas under the category of “the hair of the dog.”

Today’s hymn:

John Brown’s body lies a-mouldering in the grave;
John Brown’s body lies a-mouldering in the grave;
John Brown’s body lies a-mouldering in the grave;
His soul’s marching on!

Chorus:
Glory, halle–hallelujah! Glory, halle–hallelujah!
Glory, halle–hallelujah! his soul’s marching on!

He’s gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord!
He’s gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord!
He’s gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord!
His soul’s marching on!

John Brown’s knapsack is strapped upon his back!
John Brown’s knapsack is strapped upon his back!
John Brown’s knapsack is strapped upon his back!
His soul’s marching on!

His pet lambs will meet him on the way;
His pet lambs will meet him on the way;
His pet lambs will meet him on the way;
They go marching on!

(On this day in 1859 John Brown launched a raid on the federal armory in Harper’s Ferry, then-Virginia. The raid itself was a failure, and resulted in his death and those of his followers, but is considered by many to be the real start of the Civil War.)