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