The Scarecrow of Romney Marsh

Scarecrow!
Scarecrow!
The soldiers of the King feared his name
Scarecrow...

On the southern coast of England
There's a legend people tell
Of days long ago
When the great Scarecrow
Would ride from the jaws of hell
And laugh (Ahahahahaha!)
With a fiendish yell!

With his clothes all torn and tattered
Through the black of night he'd ride
From the marsh to the coast
Like a demon ghost
He'd show his face then hide
And he'd laugh (Yeeheeheehahahaha!)
'Til he'd split his side!

So the King told all his soldiers,
"Hang him high or hang him low!
But never return
'Til the day I learn
He's gone in flames below--
Or you'll hang
With the great Scarecrow!"

Scarecrow! (Scarecrow)
Scarecrow! (Scarecrow)
The soldiers of the King feared his name
Scarecrow! (Scarecrow)
Scarecrow! (Scarecrow)
The country folk all loved him just the same
Scarecrow!

He would always help the farmer
When there was no gold to bring
He'd find a way
For the poor to pay
The taxes of the King
"Scarecrow!"
Ev'ry man would sing

Scarecrow! (Scarecrow)
Scarecrow! (Scarecrow)
The soldiers of the King feared his name
Scarecrow! (Scarecrow)
Scarecrow! (Scarecrow)
The country folk all loved him just the same
Scarecrow!
Scarecrow!
Scarecrow!

by Terry Gilkyson