Scarecrow

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 rise from the jaws of hell
And laugh (he-he-ha-ha-ha-ha)
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 rob the rich, then hide
And he'd laugh (he-he-ha-ha-ha-ha)
'Til he split his side

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
Every man would sing

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 (scarecrow), scarecrow (scarecrow)
(He-he-he-he-he-he-he-he-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)