"The Scarecrow Of Romney Marsh" <br /><br />Sung by the Wellingtons <br /><br />1964 <br /><br />Song by Terry Gilkyson <br /><br />Scarecrow! Scarecrow! The soldiers of the king feared his name. <br /><br />On the southern coast of England, there’s a legend people <br />tell of days long ago when the great Scarecrow would ride <br />from the jaws of hell and laugh with a fiendish yell. <br /><br />With his clothes all torn and tattered, through the black of <br />night he’d ride from the marsh to the coast like a demon ghost, <br />he’d rob the rich, then hide, and he’d laugh til he’d split his side! <br /><br />Scarecrow! Scarecrow! The soldiers of the king feared his name. <br /><br />Scarecrow! Scarecrow! <br />The country folk all loved him just the same. Scarecrow! <br /><br />He would always help the farmer. When there was no <br />gold to bring, he’d find a way for the poor to pay the <br />taxes of the king. “Scarecrow!” every man would sing. <br /><br />So the king told all his soldiers, “Hang him high or hang <br />him low! But never return til the day I learn he’s gone in <br />flames below—or you’ll hang with the great Scarecrow!”
