poor they will be rich and the rich they will be poor. That's according to Saul when he wrote down the law. And I'd much rather be rich after than before. For I'm only a poor little beggar girl. Yes
Jericho. And the walls come tumbling down You may talk about your men of Gideon. You may brag about your men of Saul. There's none like good old Joshua. At the battle of Jericho Up to the walls of
Sammy Kahn / Saul Chaplin / Mann Holiner / Alberta Nichols / L. E. Freeman. . I'd wait for you. I'd slave for you. I'd be a beggar or a knave for you. If that isn't love, it will have to do
funerals, we play the March from Saul Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang. And the horns they blaze away. McCarthy pumps the old bassoon. While I the pipes do play And Henessee Tennessee tootles