Ballad of Marie Saunders, the Jew's Whore

In Nuremberg they made a law
Giving women cause to weep
Who had been sleeping with the wrong man.

And people crouch in their tenements
And hear the beating of drums.
God above, could there be something wrong tonight?
Listen! here it comes.

Marie Sanders, does your boyfriend have
Raven hair? If so, you better
Make sure this is the end of the affair.

And people crouch in their tenements
And hear the beating of drums.
God above, could there be something wrong tonight?
Listen! here it comes.

Mutter, gib mir den Schlüssel,
Es ist alles halb so schlimm,
Der Mond schaut aus wie immer.

Das Fleisch schlägt auf in den Vorstädten.
Die Trommeln schlagen mit Macht.
Gott im Himmel, wenn sie etwas vorhätten
Wär' es heute Nacht.

And at nine one morning she walks
Through the city in her slip
With a board around her neck, her head shaven,
The crowd jeering, her eyes cold.

And thousands go down and line the streets
And hear the beating of drums.
Gott im Himmel, wenn sie etwas vorhätten
Wär' es heute Nacht.

Das Fleisch schlägt auf in den Vorstädten.
Die Trommeln schlagen mit Macht.

And thousands go down and line the streets
And hear the beating of drums.
God above, if people only used their ears,
They would know who it is that they should fight.