THE FATE OF OLD JOHN BROWN.

John Brown, unfortunate John Rrown,
You to a jail was sent,
For tampering with slaves, John
And with a bad intent:
You lately had your trial, John,
They found you guilty, very,
With learning Niggers how to shoot,
And take old Harper's Ferry.

John Brown, unfortunate John Brown,
You reached the foot at last;
Your time upon this earth, John,
Is closing round you fast;
If the Niggers had been free, John,
What would they get to do!
They know when they are well off,
And now they laugh at you.

Stamped: 1861, H. DE MARSAN, Publisher.64 Chatham Street, N. Y.
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