When I was in grade school, there was another version of this song which was 
neither religious nor political. I've
forgotten (or never completely learned) most of the words, but I recall the 
chorus beginning with

     Glory, glory, hallelujah!
     Teacher hit me with a ruler!
     . . .

and the first verse beginning with

     Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school:
     . . .

This version was much more popular among schoolchildren than was the official 
version that Vivian posted. Does anyone
remember its lyrics? Of course, times have changed, and any kid caught sing 
that version in school now would probably be
charged with making terroristic threats.

Rod

vivb...@att.net wrote:

> Just to clear this up for our foreign born readers-
> The song from which all these Gory Gory lyrics are derived is The Battle Hymn 
> of the Republic circa the US civil war.
>
> Yes it's religious. Yes it's political.
> It's the unofficial anthem of the Republican Party.
>
> It goes like this:
>
>     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 lightning of His terrible swift sword:
>     His truth is marching on.
>
>         (Chorus)
>         Glory, glory, hallelujah!
>         Glory, glory, hallelujah!
>         Glory, glory, hallelujah!
>         His truth is marching on.
>
>     I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps,
>     They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
>     I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps:
>     His day is marching on.
>
>         Chorus
>
>     I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel:
>     "As ye deal with my condemners, so with you my grace shall deal;
>     Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel,
>     Since God is marching on."
>
>         Chorus
>
>     He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
>     He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat:
>     Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!
>     Our God is marching on.
>
>         Chorus
>
>     In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
>     With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
>     As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
>     While God is marching on.
>
>         Chorus
>
>     He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
>     He is Wisdom to the mighty, He is Succour to the brave,
>     So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of Time His slave,
>     Our God is marching on.
>
>         Chorus
>
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