Infidel baby Oh my heathen child Baghdad`s still ten leagues away I go on undefiled Wrap yourself in frankincense Wrap yourself in rags In the crowded market streets Out among the hags I`d offer you just one gold fleece I`d offer you my bread Who`s been inside your aching bones Who`s been inside your head Infidel baby Oh my little girl Nothing I can do for you Nothing in this world A thousand angry men-at-arms A hundred vulgar priests A pair of dirty little hands Arousing drowsy beasts There`s a mad look in her mother`s face There`s a whisper on the tongue No peace in all of Christendom Until this song is sung
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