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