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Sawney Beane Clan

	作曲 : Chapman, McKenzie, Robertson
	Go ye not by
	Gallowa Come bide a while, my frein
	I'll tell ye o the dangers there –
	Beware o Sawney
	Bean. There's nae body kens that he bides there
	For his face is seldom seen
	But tae meet his eye is tae meet your fate
	At the hands o
	Sawney Bean.
	For Sawney he has taen a wife
	And he's hungry bairns tae wean
	And he's raised them up on the flesh o men
	In the cave of
	Sawney Bean.
	And Sawney has been well endowed
	Wi daughters young and lean
	And they a hae taen their faither's seed
	In the cave o
	Sawney Bean.
	An Sawney's sons are young an strong
	And their blades are sharp and keen
	Tae spill the blood o travellers
	Wha meet wi
	Sawney Bean.
	So if you ride frae there tae here
	Be ye wary in between
	Lest they catch your horse and spill your blood
	In the cave o
	Sawney Bean
	They'll hing ye ap an cut yer throat
	An they'll pick yer carcass clean
	An they'll yase yer banes tae quiet the weans
	In the cave o
	Sawney Bean.
	But fear ye not, oor
	Captain rides
	On an errand o the
	Queen And he carries the writ of fire and sword
	For the head o
	Sawney Bean.
	They've hung them high in
	Edinburgh toon
	An likewise a their kin
	An the wind blaws cauld on a their banes
	An tae hell they a hae gaen.

	zuò qǔ : Chapman, McKenzie, Robertson
	Go ye not by
	Gallowa Come bide a while, my frein
	I' ll tell ye o the dangers there
	Beware o Sawney
	Bean. There' s nae body kens that he bides there
	For his face is seldom seen
	But tae meet his eye is tae meet your fate
	At the hands o
	Sawney Bean.
	For Sawney he has taen a wife
	And he' s hungry bairns tae wean
	And he' s raised them up on the flesh o men
	In the cave of
	Sawney Bean.
	And Sawney has been well endowed
	Wi daughters young and lean
	And they a hae taen their faither' s seed
	In the cave o
	Sawney Bean.
	An Sawney' s sons are young an strong
	And their blades are sharp and keen
	Tae spill the blood o travellers
	Wha meet wi
	Sawney Bean.
	So if you ride frae there tae here
	Be ye wary in between
	Lest they catch your horse and spill your blood
	In the cave o
	Sawney Bean
	They' ll hing ye ap an cut yer throat
	An they' ll pick yer carcass clean
	An they' ll yase yer banes tae quiet the weans
	In the cave o
	Sawney Bean.
	But fear ye not, oor
	Captain rides
	On an errand o the
	Queen And he carries the writ of fire and sword
	For the head o
	Sawney Bean.
	They' ve hung them high in
	Edinburgh toon
	An likewise a their kin
	An the wind blaws cauld on a their banes
	An tae hell they a hae gaen.