Hunt of the Assassin.

They sharpen there pitchforks
They sharpen there blades
They sharpen anything that can cause me some pain
They hurt me day and night
Its annoying and gives me a fright

Im running now in through town
People are chasing me all around
Into an alley I jump and I hide
In the Tavern known Far and Wide

Theres posters up and people see
Im the one on the Deadly Spree
A few brave soldiers, and a few brave lads
Jump up and try to put ironclads on my hands

I knock them down, with a few punches to spare
im only trying to give them a scare
out in the back a river I see
I jump in with hope and a little bit of glee

Out in the river my friends meets me there
With food,shelter, and drinks to spare
We hear the horses, we hear the dogs
But there still searching since they cant find me at all