Townsfolk's Lament Lyrics - Seven Brides For Seven Brothers Soundtrack

PREACHER, BIXBY, PERKINS
Protect the virtue of our lambs
Don't lead them to the slaughter.

TOWNSMEN
Slaughter the snakes.
Tear 'em to apart.
Batter their bones.
Bash in their heads.
While they're at home
Asleep in their beds.

PREACHER, BIXBY, PERKINS
Lord, sweet lord!
Keep our maidens pure as snow,
As pure as holy water.

TOWNSMEN
Shootin' em down.
They're gonna fall.
Beatin' 'em up.
They're gonna crawl.
Burn 'em alive.
Murder them all.
Bustin' their butts, Bustin' their, Bustin their,
Amen!