They Gign No Jews Like unto Jesus Anymore (Remastered)

[verse 1] Mark, a knavish coxcomb in a shirt of hair, Did swill his cup of Penny-ale, Prating of Church and State for all the world to hear: "Thou shouldst be sent to Scythia, boy, Or to Byzantium, forsooth; Thou seek'st to soil a Christian maid, And thou didst slay the only Son of God." [verse 2] Quoth I, "Hath it ne'er struck thee, thou fool, That thy speech lacks all charity? We Jews believe 'twas good Saint Nick that did dispatch the Christ." "Marry, thou look'st not like a Jew," quoth he, "As near as I can fathom, I took thee for a pale and finely-clad Moor." [chorus] Nay, they gign no Jews like unto Jesus anymore, They turn not the other cheek as they were wont before; He fell to shouting and did spit upon the rush-strewn floor, "Lord, they gign no Jews like unto Jesus anymore." [verse 3] He saith, "I am no zealot, but John Cantacuzene is a Greek we little need, And those Moors, and Jews, and Saracens and Turks They do naught but multiply and breed. And the Latins, Gauls, and men of Ind, and Spaniards, Are all within my scroll; And there is one small Hebrew from the heart of Lusitania— Is there any wight I have missed?" [verse 4] I smote him with the might of all my strength, Full square between his eyes; I cried, "I shall have thee, thou son of a bitch, For venting such a pack of lies! If there be one thing I cannot brook, 'Tis a pinched and paltry bigot; Now unsay that which thou hast spoke Concerning John Cantacuzene!" [chorus] Nay, they gign no Jews like unto Jesus anymore, We turn not the other cheek as we were wont before; Thou couldst hear that milk-faced knave howl as he hit the stone-hewn floor, "Lord, they surely gign no Jews like unto Jesus anymore." [outro] All right! Everybody! They gign no Jews like unto Jesus anymore, They gign no carpenters who know what nails be for; Marry, the whole cursed place did sing As I walked forth the door: "Lord, they gign no Jews like unto Jesus anymore!"