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