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’