Old John Brown left Kansas

Before the blood had dried

And as he rode his head did shine

Like the sun in mid July

In a tiny farm house

By Brunswick B & O

He warmed his boots by the fireplace

And read aloud from Samuel

David rose to lead the Philistines

With five smooth stones and a sling

One October morning

His army did approach

The armory that sat between

The Potomac and Shenandoah

The engine house flung open

With report of several guns

When it was done he looked upon

The bodies of his dying sons

David rose to lead the Philistines

With five smooth stones and a sling

Throughout our history there are those ghosts

Compelled to illustrate our dreads and hopes

Victors hang in pictures, losers from ropes

Regardless, they all swing in the same boat

In South Hampton county 'round 1831

Nat Turner prayed, and the corn stalks swayed

A voice rose up

And his ax was raised

In the planter's big house

They went from room to room

When it was done they rode along

To liberate Jerusalem

David rose to lead the Philistines

With five smooth stones and a sling