NARRATOR: Next day, far from home, the brothers planned the repulsive crime BROTHERS: Let us grab him now, do him in, while we've got the time NARRATOR: This they did and made the most of it Tore his coat and flung him in a 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 CHORUS OF WEEPING MAIDENS: 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:
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