They are closing in, John Henry,
The law-dogs loudly bay;
Where will you hide your frightened heart
Tonight, where will you stay?
The Church cries out, John Henry,
Her curses on your head;
Where will you find a blessed grave,
Cross-marked, when you are dead?
The hounds close in, the saints press out,
And you are crushed between,
What will you do, John Henry,
With none to intervene?
The Church can tear my soul from me,
The Law can wield its throng;
But they shall know that, even so,
I’ll still retain my song.
When they have worked their mighty will,
With life choked by a string
I’ll belly my way up hell’s high hill,
And sing! and sing!….
(Benjamin Musser)
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