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Erzählerin:
Next day, far from home,
The brothers planned the repulsive crime

Brüder:
Let us grab him now,
Do him in, while we've got the time

Erzählerin:
This they didi and made the most of it
Tore his coat and flung him in a pit

Brüder:
Let us leave him here,
All alone, and he's bound to die

Erzählerin:
When some Ishmaelites,
A hairy crew, came riding by
In a flash the brothers changed their plan

Brüder:
We need cash. Let's sell him if he can

Erzählerin & Frauen & Kinder:
Poor, poor Joseph, what'cha gonna do?
Things look bad for you, hey, what'cha gonna do?
Poor, poor Joseph, what'cha gonna do?
Things look bad for you, hey, what'cha gonna do?

Brüder:
Could you use a slave,
You hairy bunch of Ishmaelites?
Young, strong, well-behaved,
Going cheap and he reads and writes

Erzählerin:
In a trice the dirty deal was done
Silver coins for Jacob's favourite son

Then the Ishmaelites
Galloped off with a slave in tow
Off to Egypt where Joseph was not keen to go
It wouldn't be a picnic he could tell

Joseph:
And I don't speak Egyptain very well

Erzählerin:
Joseph's brothers tore
His precious multi-coloured coat
Having ripped it up,
They next attacked a passing goat
Soon the wretched creature was no more
They dipped his coat in blood and guts and gore

Erzählerin & Ensemble & Children:
Oh now brothers, how low can you stoop?
You make a sordid group, hey, how low can you stoop?
Poor, poor Joseph, sold to be a slave
Situation's grave, hey, sold to be a slave