The Scarecrow Of Romney Marsh - The Wellingtons (1964)

"The Scarecrow Of Romney Marsh"

Sung by the Wellingtons

1964

Song by Terry Gilkyson

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

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 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 til he’d split his side!

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

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!”