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GLORY, GLORY

John Brown's body lies 'a moldering in his grave, John Brown's body lies 'a
moldering in his grave, John Brown's body lies 'a moldering in his grave, but
his truth goes marchin' on.

Glory, glory hallelujah. Glory, glory hallelujah. Glory, glory hallelujah, his
truth goes marching on.

Happy Feet
Happy Feet, I've got those Happy Feet
You lay that low - down beat
And they begin dancin'

I've got those, Ten little tapping toes
And when they hear a tune
I can't control
My dancing heels to save my soul

Weary blues, can't get into my shoes
Because my shoes refuse
To ever grow weary

I keep cheerful
On an earful
Of music sweet
'Cause I've got my happy feet