1 The walls of Jericho fell down,
As Israel's host marched boldly 'round,
Led on by thrilling trumpet's sound,
And ev'rybody shouted.

Chorus:
Old whiskey's walls have got to go
Just like the walls of Jericho!
The rummies won't know where they're at;
Their walls must tumble down, down flat.

2 They marched around for seven days,
The walls stood silent in amaze;
Then fell down flat, the Scripture says,
When ev'rybody shouted. [Chorus]

3 The liquor men are on the rune,
Their troubles have but just begun;
It's our turn now to have some fun,
Let ev'rybody shout it! [Chorus]

4 Get ready for the jubilee,
We're marching on to victory;
Rum's walls are tumbling, don't you see?
Let ev'rybody shout it! [Chorus]