Just Stroll-ing Along . . .

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 (Ahhh! Ha-ha! Ha-ha! Haaa!) 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 (He'd rob the rich then hide)
And he'd laugh (Ahhh! Ha-ha! Ha-ha! Haaa!) till 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! (With gold from a smuggler's ring!)
So the King told all his soldiers,
"Hang him high or hang him low,
But never return till the day I learn He's gone in flames below (He rides 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! (Ahhh! Ha-ha! Ha-ha! Ha-ha! Ha-haaa!)