A family inbred like serpents entwined Had no heart and little mind A clan of madness, a terrible scene They cursed the earth—the Sawney Bean
Lurking in the fog a fearsome brood Poor traveling folk they caught and slew No graves have the victims of these ghouls and fiends Those taken and eaten by—the Sawney Bean
From their flesh they made a meal Their skin the floor for their bairns to kneel Their skulls a table from which to feed Alas the victims of—the Sawney Bean
They lived by the sword, were felled by the axe And I say ''nothing wrong with that'' But in their hellish caves worse than any dream Cursed with the stench of—the Sawney Bean
Some are haunted by the tolling bell Some by the fiery pits of hell But what haunts me is what we did see When we entered the larder of—the Sawney Bean