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The Trumpets of Jericho

Came raining down on Cathcart Street

And the walls of terraced houses

Came crashing round our feet

We didn’t want to send our children

To foreign lands to fight a war

But then I seen young Billy Kavanagh

Lying dead outside my door

They’re bringing in conscription boys

The writing’s on the wall

All those black-haired Irish boys answering the call

It may not be for King & Country

But we’ll make them taste defeat

Cos the Trumpets of Jericho came raining down on Cathcart Street

They gave Our Kid a rifle

Joseph Patrick McAteer

A welter-weight, just five foot eight

And only eighteen years

McLaughlin & McGuigan

Yeah Flyboots said he’d do his best

And the Orange boys of Conway Street

They were taken with the rest

It may not be for King & country

But we’ll make them taste defeat

Cos the Trumpets of Jericho came raining down on Cathcart Street

The Trumpets of Jericho came raining down on Cathcart Street

Big Bold Johnny Mahoney

Who dug the Mersey Tunnel on his own

He was out there digging trenches

But he never made it home

Oh Johnny Boy where are you now?

Sometimes I swear I hear your voice

Ringing round these narrow streets

I wish they’d given you a choice

So you see it’s not your country

Not your king and all his men

And they’ll put you on the frontline boys

When they send for you again

Yeah they’ll put you on the frontline boys

When they send for you again

And again and again

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