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  • Narrator:
    Next day, far from home,
    The brothers planned the repulsive crime
    Brothers:
    Let us grab him now,
    Do him in, while weave got the time
    Narrator:
    This they did and made the most of it
    Tore his coat and flung him in pit
    Brothers:
    Let us leave him here,
    All alone, and he's bound to die
    Narrator:
    When some Ishmaelites,
    A hairy crew, came riding by
    In a flash the brothers changed their plan
    Brothers:
    We need cash. Let's sell him if we can
    Narrator, Female Ensemble & Children:
    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?
    Brothers:
    Could you use a slave,
    You hairy bunch of Ishmaelites?
    Young, strong, well-behaved,
    Going cheap and he reads and writes
    Narrator:
    In a trice the dirty deal was done
    Silver coins for Jacob's favourite son
    Then the Ishmaelites
    Galloped off with the 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 Egyptian very well
    Narrator:
    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
    Narrator, 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
  • Narrator:
    Next day, far from home,
    The brothers planned the repulsive crime
    Brothers:
    Let us grab him now,
    Do him in, while weave got the time
    Narrator:
    This they did and made the most of it
    Tore his coat and flung him in pit
    Brothers:
    Let us leave him here,
    All alone, and he's bound to die
    Narrator:
    When some Ishmaelites,
    A hairy crew, came riding by
    In a flash the brothers changed their plan
    Brothers:
    We need cash. Let's sell him if we can
    Narrator, Female Ensemble & Children:
    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?
    Brothers:
    Could you use a slave,
    You hairy bunch of Ishmaelites?
    Young, strong, well-behaved,
    Going cheap and he reads and writes
    Narrator:
    In a trice the dirty deal was done
    Silver coins for Jacob's favourite son
    Then the Ishmaelites
    Galloped off with the 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 Egyptian very well
    Narrator:
    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
    Narrator, 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