The battle hymn of the republic

I stumbled across these gems link ...misheard lyrics from the 'battle hymn of the republic." Here is the original...

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 has loosed the fateful lightening of His terrible swift sword
His truth is marching on.

Now for the alternates....

'He is trampling on the village where the grapes are wrapped and stored'
'He's trampling out the villages and killing with his sword'
'He is trampling through the vintage where the caves of rattlers snored'
'He's stomping on the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored'
'He has trampled on the village where the great giraffe is stored'
'He's the champion out of Venice where the great surf master scored'
'He is driving down the alley in a green and yellow ford'

and my particular favourite....

'He has trampled on the village where the great giraffe is stored'

Glory Glory Hallelujah!