family inbred like serpents entwined 
Had no heart and little mind 
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 [bad word] 
But what haunts me is what we did see 
When we entered the larder of—the Sawney Bean