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Son of the earth, bound in straw
I crested the hill with my shovel and barrow
And your glory is all that I saw
Grant us this day our crops you protect
Buzzards and crows you keep away
Your glorious light we shall not deflect
You give us hope for another day
The noon of the solstice draws near
Oh how we longed for this time
The most wonderful day of the year
Our crops have been grown so sublime
O Scarecrow, how wonderous
Your glory shines brighter than the sun
O Scarecrow, you protect us
Each and every one!