Cannibals of Rotenburg
Zebulon Whatley
Don't venture down to Rotenburg or you'll lose more than money
They'll take your head and pretty limbs and bake them up in honey
They'll spill your guts out on the floor or throw them in a pot
Then boil your brains with radishes and serve them soft and hot
Your bones they'll split to suck the marrow, lungs will go to dogs
Your skin will make a fancy suit, the rest belongs to hungry hogs
Don't journey down to Rotenburg. O no, stay far from there
Don't journey down to Rotenburg. O no, stay far from there
Don't journey down to Rotenburg. O no, stay far from there
Don't journey down to Rotenburg. O no, stay far from there
So stay away from Rotenburg if you value your soul
Or like a tree they'll break you down and burn you into coal