THE WALLS OF JERICHO

Bos, Jake, and Harry, Tim and Dick,

Each blowing on a trumpet-stick,

Must walk all round as valiant knights

Among the beardy Israelites.

And blow, and blow like anything,
Till all the sandy deserts ring ;

For down will topple

if you blow,

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The fortress walls of Jericho.

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has lent them me ;

These boxes shall the city be

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the cook
And mother says this scarlet rag

On Daddy

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And Jane

s stick can be the flag.

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