Dr. Syn, Alias the Scarecrow

CHORUS:
Scarecrow!

Scarecrow!

The soldiers of the King

feared his name

Scarecrow

MAN:
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 show his face then hide

And he'd laugh

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

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

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!

(HORSE NICKERING)

Load up and away, lads.

We'll tweak King

George's nose.

Hurry, hurry,

or I'll lose

the tide. Come on.

He gives me

the shudders.

Do what he says.

That's the whole cargo,

Monsieur Scarecrow.

Your payment, Captain.

Horsemen on the sea

road, Scarecrow.

Excise men.

Douse the lights and go.

You all know your orders.

Hellspite, Curlew,

follow me.

(ALL URGING HORSES)

(NEIGHING)

(CACKLING)

It's him. The Scarecrow.

After him!

There's nobody

hiding in here,

sir.

We headed them

this way.

They must be

around somewhere.

They've vanished.

What are they,

ghosts?

Oh, no, they were

real enough, sir.

But where the

devil are they?

LEAD EXCISE MAN:

Search the place again.

All right, men.

We'll give it up.

There's nobody here.

They've gone.

They're miles away

from where our lads

should be by now.

Light the lantern.

It's the reward

for your capture

they're after, sir.

Not the contraband

we landed.

Mmm.

John, give us

five minutes'

start.

If you don't hear

any shooting,

then you two can

go on your way.

My lord...

Hmm?

I can't understand

why you'd allow

riffraff like this

in your coach.

Christian charity knows

no social barriers,

my dear General.

The man seemed

ill and tired

and asked my help.

General Pugh's right

though, my lord.

You take chances.

The marsh abounds with

The Gentlemen at nights.

"Gentlemen"?

That's what they

call the smugglers

in these parts, sir.

Pack of scoundrels,

I'd give them,

gentlemen.

Eh?

I've my briefing here

from the War Office and

Customs and Excise.

We have plans to smash

these Gentlemen, my lord.

Well, the whole countryside

protects them, General.

Their friends are

everywhere. I don't

envy you your task.

No, I relish it.

The law enforcement's

been too slack down here.

You'll see a change,

I promise you.

(TRUMPET BLOWING)

Halt there,

in the King's name.

COACHMAN:
Whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What's this? Why are

we stopping, hmm?

We're looking for a...

Sir. General, sir.

Well, what are

you looking for,

Sergeant?

An escaped prisoner, sir.

Convicted for preaching

treason.

Was to be hanged at Dover

in the morning, but he...

He got away, sir.

Treason?

Yeah, an American,

from the Colonies,

my lord.

You, there.

There he is.

After him!

(GUNSHOTS)

(GRUNTS)

SERGEANT:

Jeffrey, over there.

Search the bushes.

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