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THE WALLS OF JERICHO
Bob, Jake, and Harry, Tim and Dick,
Each blowing on a trumpet-stick,
Must walk all round as valiant knights
Among the beardy Israelites.
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,
The fortress walls of Jericho.
Till all the sandy deserts ring;
For down will topple, if you blow,
The fortress walls of Jericho.
These boxes shall the city be,
And Jane, the cook, has lent them me;
And mother says this scarlet rag
On Daddy's stick can be the flag.
And Jane, the cook, has lent them me;
And mother says this scarlet rag
On Daddy's stick can be the flag.
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Minnie and I, within the town
Shall be the grizzled guards to frown;
And when the Israelitish host
Is puffing out its cheeks the most,
Shall be the grizzled guards to frown;
And when the Israelitish host
Is puffing out its cheeks the most,
Then we inside will kick the wall,
And down each orange-box will fall
In just the way that, long ago,
There tumbled towers in Jericho!
And down each orange-box will fall
In just the way that, long ago,
There tumbled towers in Jericho!
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