It was the road to Jericho,

      And brave indeed the man

      Who went alone and waited not

      To join the caravan.

      For robber hoards swooped down the cliffs

      Like eagles on their prey,

      And mercy was not known to them,

      Theirs but to kill and slay.

      Along the road to Jericho

      A man went riding by,

      He heard a groan of mortal pain,

      He heard a piercing cry.

      He got him down from off his beast,

      He found the one who bled,

      The thieves had bruised and beaten him

      And left him well nigh dead

      (The Levite and the priest had passed,

      The calls to them were vain).

      He bound his wounds. With oil and wine

      He eased the grevious pain.

      Then to the inn he carried him

      And paid the keeper's price,