She stands at the lectern. She clears her throat, takes a breath, and sings “Clementine”: In a cavern, in a canyon, Excavating for a mine Dwelt a miner forty-niner, And his daughter Clementine and “John Brown”: John Brown died that the slaves might be free, John Brown died that the slaves might be free, John Brown died that the slaves might be free, His soul goes marching on.
