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