Blessed Jael Rag

Verse

Most blessed of women be Jael, the wife of Heber the Kenite

Of tent-dwelling women most blessed

Chorus

He asked for water and she gave him milk

She brought him curds in a noble’s bowl

She sent her hand to the tent peg

And her right hand to the workmen’s mallet

Verse

She struck Sisera, she crushed his head

She shattered and pierced his temple

Between her feet he sank, he fell, he lay still

Chorus

Between her feet he sank, he fell

Where he sank, there he fell—dead