The Cattle Call of the Creative (Battle hymn of the Republic)

I’m offering this tune up as the basis for more verse
You can spin off any topic, be it funny, gross or worse
All you smart, compulsive writers will chip in for it’s a curse
And wreck this grand old song

Story, story, short and clever
We can write them here forever
Make this one a group endeavor
The spoofs go marching on!

I always liked the rhyme scheme of this..butcher away!

could you give us the original lyrics?

If you don't know the original, just look at what Rick wrote
I'm sure you'll get the rhythm - that's right, get it by the throat
You really do not need to work out every single note
Let's wreck this grand old song

Story, story short and clever
Make it gory? Hell, whatever
Just don't say your name is Trevor
The spoofs go marching on

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!


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!



I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel;
"As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal;
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,
Since God is marching on."



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!



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.