Fee, fie, fo, fum!
I smell the blood of an Englishman.
Be he alive or be he dead,
I'll grind his bones to make my bread.
Stay out of sight, Jack,
And don't make a sound.
You will be eaten if you are found!
Who could foretell:
Giants have a keen sense of smell.
You're imagining things!
Go and have a wash, and I'll get your breakfast.
Fee, fie, fo, fum!
Fee, fie, fo__, fum!
Be you alive, or be you dead,
He'll grind your bones to make his bread.
Stay out of sight, Jack,
And don't make a sound.
You will be eaten if you are found!
Who could foretell:
Giants have a keen sense of smell.
Be he alive or be he dead,
I'll grind his bones to make my bread.
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Fee, fie, fo, fum!
I smell the blood of an Englishman.
Be he alive or be he dead,
I'll grind his bones to make my bread.
Stay out of sight, Jack,
And don't make a sound.
You will be eaten if you are found!
Who could foretell:
Giants have a keen sense of smell.
You're imagining things!
Go and have a wash, and I'll get your breakfast.
Fee, fie, fo, fum!
Fee, fie, fo__, fum!
Be you alive, or be you dead,
He'll grind your bones to make his bread.
Stay out of sight, Jack,
And don't make a sound.
You will be eaten if you are found!
Who could foretell:
Giants have a keen sense of smell.
Be he alive or be he dead,
I'll grind his bones to make my bread.
I smell the blood of an Englishman.
Be he alive or be he dead,
I'll grind his bones to make my bread.
Stay out of sight, Jack,
And don't make a sound.
You will be eaten if you are found!
Who could foretell:
Giants have a keen sense of smell.
You're imagining things!
Go and have a wash, and I'll get your breakfast.
Fee, fie, fo, fum!
Fee, fie, fo__, fum!
Be you alive, or be you dead,
He'll grind your bones to make his bread.
Stay out of sight, Jack,
And don't make a sound.
You will be eaten if you are found!
Who could foretell:
Giants have a keen sense of smell.
Be he alive or be he dead,
I'll grind his bones to make my bread.
Writer: Andrew Richardson
Copyright: Lyrics © Starshine Music
Copyright: Lyrics © Starshine Music