Jack & the Beanstalk Songtext
von Peter Combe

Fe fi fo fum
I smell the blood of an Englishman
Be he alive or be he dead
I′ll grind his bones to make my bed

Jack climbed the beanstalk
He was only ten years old
And watched as the giant
Was counting up his gold

The giant soon got sleepy
He soon began to snore
Jack grabbed a bag of gold and quickly
Scampered out the door

And down the beanstalk Jack scurried
Close to the ground he jumped and hurried
Back to his Mum who was very worried
'Look Mum we don′t have to be poor any more'

Fe fi fo fum...


Jack climbed the beanstalk
On the very next day again
He found the giant wide awake
And talking to his hen

'Lay me a golden egg′
He heard the giant say
And when the giant fell asleep
Jack stole the hen away

And down the beanstalk Jack scurried
Close to the ground he jumped and hurried
Back to his Mum who was very worried
′Look Mum we don't have to be poor any more′

Fe fi fo fum...
Jack's mother begged him
To never climb up again
But Jack said,

′Just one more time
And that will be the end
He crept up to the giant
Who was playing a magic harp

And quick as a flash and without a sound
He snatched it in the dark


Then down the beanstalk Jack scurried
Close to the ground he jumped and hurried
Back to his Mum who was very worried

One blow with the axe down under
The giant fell with a crash like thunder
Jack said 'Look Mum the giant′s dead -
We don't have to be poor anymore'