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