{"id":1978,"date":"2018-09-01T09:29:52","date_gmt":"2018-09-01T08:29:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.scoutingresources.org.uk\/wordpress\/?page_id=1978"},"modified":"2018-09-01T10:43:55","modified_gmt":"2018-09-01T09:43:55","slug":"campfire-songs-ii","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.scoutingresources.org.uk\/wordpress\/programme-planning\/songs\/campfire-songs-ii\/","title":{"rendered":"Campfire Songs II"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Songs\"<\/p>\n

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On My Honour<\/p>\n

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John Brown's Baby<\/p>\n

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All Through the Night<\/p>\n

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Kum Ba Yah (Come with Me)<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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Auld Lang Syne<\/p>\n

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Lydia Pinkham<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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Barges<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n

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Michael Row the Boat<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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Chestnut Tree<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n

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Morning Has Broken<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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Clementine<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n

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One Finger, One Thumb<\/p>\n

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Come, Come, Ye Saints<\/p>\n

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She'll Be Coming \u2018Round the Mountain<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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Deep And Wide<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n

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Show Me the Way to Go Home<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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Ging Gang Goo<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n

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Sloop John B.<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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Good night . . . Scouts<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n

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Streets of London<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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Grandfather's Clock<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n

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Swing Low, Sweet Chariot<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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Green Grow the Rushes<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n

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Switch<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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Greenland Fisheries<\/p>\n

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The Ash Grove<\/p>\n

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He's Got the Whole World in His
\n Hands<\/p>\n

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The Death of Cock Robin<\/p>\n

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I've Got Sixpence<\/p>\n

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The Saints Go Marching in<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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If You're Happy If
\n You're Daffy<\/p>\n

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The Ship Titanic<\/p>\n

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It was Friday Night When We Set Sail
\n (The Mermaid)<\/p>\n

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You Are My Sunshine<\/p>\n

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It's a Small World<\/p>\n

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Who'll Come A-Scouting<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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Hymn of Scouting<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n

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I’ve Got That Scouting Spirit<\/p>\n

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This Little Scouting Light<\/p>\n

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All Through the Night<\/h1>\n

Sleep, my child, and peace attend thee,
\nAll through the night;
\nGuardian angels God will send thee,
\nAll through the night.
\nSoft the drowsy hours are creeping,
\nHill and vale in slumber sleeping,
\nI my loving vigil keeping,
\nAll through the night.
\nWhile the moon her watch is keeping,
\nAll through the night;
\nWhile the weary world is sleeping,
\nAll through the night.
\nO\u2019er thy spirit gently stealing,
\nVisions of delight revealing,
\nBreathes a pure and holy feeling,
\nAll through the night.
\nThough I roam a minstrel lonely,
\nAll through the night;
\nMy true harp shall praise thee only,
\nAll through the night.
\nLove\u2019s young dream, alas! is over,
\nYet my strains of love shall hover,
\nNear the presence of my lover,
\nAll through the night.
\nHark! A solemn bell is ringing,
\nClear through the night;
\nThou, my love, art heav\u2019nward winging,
\nHome through the night.
\nEarthly dust from off the shaken,
\nSoul immortal shalt not waken,
\nWith thy last dim journey taken,
\nHome through the night.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Auld Lang Syne<\/h1>\n

Should old acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind?
\nShould old acquaintance be forgot, in days of auld lang syne?<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/h3>\n

For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne;
\nWe\u2019ll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne.
\nAnd here\u2019s a hand, my trusty friend, and give\u2019s a hand of thine;
\nWe\u2019ll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Barges<\/h1>\n

Out of my window looking in the night,
\nI can see the barges flickering light.
\nSilently flows the river to the sea,
\nAnd the barges too go silently.
\nBarges, I would like to go with you;
\nI would like to sail the ocean blue.
\nBarges, have you treasures in your hold?
\nDo you fight with pirates brave and bold?
\nOut of my window looking in the night,
\nI can see the barges flickering light.
\nStarboard shines green and port is glowing red,
\nYou can see them flickering far ahead.
\nBarges, I would like to go with you;
\nI would like to sail the ocean blue.
\nBarges, have you treasures in your hold?
\nDo you fight with pirates brave and bold?<\/p>\n

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Barges<\/h1>\n

Out of my window looking in the night,
\nI can see the barges flickering light.
\nSilently flows the river to the sea,
\nAs the barges do go silently.<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/h3>\n

Barges, I would like to go with you,
\nI would like to sail the ocean blue.
\nBarges, have you treasure in your hold,
\nDo you fight with pirates brave and bold.
\nOut of my window looking in the night,
\nI can see the barges flickering light.
\nStarboard shines green and port is glowing red,
\nI can see the barges far ahead.
\nHow my heart longs to sail away with you,
\nAs you sail across the ocean blue.
\nBut I must stay beside my ocean clear,
\nAs I watch you sail away from here.
\nAway from my window on into the night,
\nI will watch til they are out of sight.
\nTaking their cargo far across the sea,
\nI wish that someday they\u2019d take me.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Come, Come, Ye Saints<\/h1>\n

Come, come ye Saints, no toil or labor fear; but with joy wend your way.
\nThough hard to you this journey may appear, grace shall be as your day.
\n\u2018Tis better far for us to strive, our useless cares from us drive;
\nDo this and joy your hearts will swell. All is well! All is well!
\nWhy should we mourn or think our lot is hard? \u2018Tis not so; all is right.
\nWhy should we think to earn a great reward if we now shun the fight?
\nGird up your loins, fresh courage take, our God will never us forsake;
\nAnd soon we\u2019ll have this tale to tell: All is well! All is well!<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Chestnut Tree<\/h1>\n

Under the spreading chestnut tree, where I held you on my knee.
\nWe\u2019ll be happy as can be; under the spreading chestnut tree.
\nThe first time through, sing the words as written. The second time, omit the word \u201ctree\u201d and instead imitate tree branches with upward and outward hand motions. The next time, also omit \u201cnut\u201d and tap the top of the head. Then, omit \u201cchest\u201d but pat the chest. Then, omit \u201cspreading\u201d and instead spread hands apart, etc. [Replace \u201chappy\u201d with a scowl and growl.] At the finish, almost half the song will be gestures.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Clementine<\/h1>\n

In a cavern, in a canyon, excavating for a mine,
\nLived a miner, forty-niner, and his daughter Clementine.<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/h3>\n

Oh my darling, Oh my darling, Oh my darling Clementine,
\nYou are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry, Clementine.
\nLight she was, and like a fairy, and her shoes were number nine,
\nHerring boxes without topses, sandals were for Clementine.
\nDrove she ducklings to the water every morning just at nine,
\nHit her foot against a splinter, fell into the foaming brine.
\nRuby lips above the water, blowing bubbles soft and fine,
\nAlas for me! I was no swimmer, so I lost my Clementine.
\nIn a churchyard near the canyon, where the myrtle doth entwine,
\nThere grow roses and other posies, fertilized by Clementine.
\nThen the miner, forty-niner, soon began to peak and pine,
\nThought he oughter join his daughter, now he\u2019s with his Clementine.
\nIn my dreams she still doth haunt me, robed in garments soaked in brine,
\nWhile in life I used to hug her, now she\u2019s dead I draw the line.
\nHow I missed her, how I missed her, how I missed my Clementine,
\nUntil I kissed her little sister, and forgot my Clementine.
\nNow ye Scouts all heed the warning to this tragic tale of mine,
\nMouth-to-mouth resuscitation would have saved my Clementine.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Deep And Wide<\/h1>\n

Deep and wide, deep and wide, there\u2019s a fountain flowing deep and wide. [Repeat.]
\nSing the words as written the first time through. Then, instead of saying the word \u201cdeep\u201d, make a gesture (one hand above the other) to show depth. The next time, also show \u201cwide\u201d by spreading hands out to the side for width. Continue with \u201cfountain\u201d (make a fountain-like gesture), and \u201cflowing\u201d (make a rippling gesture with hands moving from one side to the other at chest level).<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Green Grow the Rushes<\/h1>\n

This is a very old folk song. I present here the Scout version and a published version - - you will understand the difference. This song is structured like the 12 Days of Christmas, in that it builds as the verses progress, until at the end, the singers respond with all 12 lines. It is not sung to a \u201cstock\u201d tune -- you will have to find someone who knows it to learn the tune.<\/p>\n

Here is how the Scout version begins:<\/p>\n

Leader: I\u2019ll sing you one ho
\nGroup: Green grow the rushes ho, What is your one ho?
\nLeader: One is one and all alone and ever more shall it be so.
\nThat is the basic form. Here is the second round:
\nLeader: I\u2019ll sing you two ho
\nGroup: Green grow the rushes ho, What is your two ho?
\nLeader: Two, two little Cub Scouts, Clothed them all in green ho
\nLeader and Group: One is one and all alone and ever more shall it be so
\nSo, you can see how it goes. Here are the other 10 lines:
\nTwelve for the Twelve Apostles
\nEleven for the eleven who went to Heaven
\nTen for the Ten Commandments
\nNine for the night (nine??) bright shiners
\nEight for the April rainers
\nSeven for the seven stars in the sky
\nSix for the six proud walkers
\nFive for symbols at your door
\nFour for the Gospel makers
\nThree, three the rivals<\/p>\n

According to \u201cRise Up Singing\u201d published by Sing Out publications the song was first printed in \u201cEnglish County Songs\u201d by Broadwood and Maitland in 1893. Here are the lyrics:<\/p>\n

One is one and all alone and evermore shall be
\n2, 2 the lily white boys, clothed all in green-o
\n3, 3 the rivals
\n4 for the Gospel makers
\n5 for the symbols at your door
\n6 for the 6 proud walkers
\n7 for the 7 stars in the sky
\n8 for the April raiders
\n9 for the 9 bright shiners
\n10 for the 10 Commandments
\n11 for the 11 that went up to heaven
\n12 for the 12 Apostles<\/p>\n

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Green Grow the Rushes<\/h1>\n

I\u2019ll sing you one-ho, green grow the rushes-ho.
\nWhat is your one-ho?
\nOne is one, and all alone, and ever more shall be it so!
\nI\u2019ll sing you two-ho, green grow the rushes-ho.
\nWhat is your two-ho?
\nTwo, two, lily white boys, cloth-ed all in green-ho
\nOne is one, and all alone, and ever more shall be it so!<\/p>\n

[Continue: adding each verse and repeating backwards to, \u201cOne is one, and all alone, and ever more shall be it so!\u201d]
\nThree, three, the rivals;
\nFour for the Gospel makers;
\nFive for the symbols at your door;
\nSix for the six proud walkers;
\nSeven for the seven stars in the sky;
\nEight for the April rainers;
\nNine for the nine bright shiners;
\nTen for the ten commandments;
\nEleven for the eleven who went to heaven;
\nTwelve for the twelve apostles.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Kum Ba Yah (Come with Me)<\/h1>\n

Kum ba yah, my Lord, Kum ba yah.
\nKum ba yah, my Lord, Kum ba yah.
\nKum ba yah, my Lord, Kum ba yah.
\nOh Lord, Kum ba yah.
\n2. someone\u2019s crying, Lord
\n3. someone\u2019s singing, Lord
\n4. someone\u2019s praying, Lord<\/p>\n

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Kum Ba Yah (Come By Here)<\/h1>\n

Kum ba yah, my Lord, kum ba yah! [Repeat twice more.]
\nOh Lord, kum ba yah!
\nSomeone\u2019s sleeping, Lord . . .
\nSomeone\u2019s crying, Lord . . .
\nSomeone\u2019s singing, Lord . . .
\nSomeone\u2019s laughing, Lord . . .
\nSomeone\u2019s praying, Lord . . .
\nSomeone\u2019s Scouting, Lord . . .
\nSomeone\u2019s camping, Lord . . .
\nAdd other verses, as appropriate.<\/p>\n

Actions<\/h3>\n

\u201cKum Ba Yah\u201d - hand over hand, then arms out to either side.
\n\u201cLord\u201d - extend arms upward.
\nOther actions are as expected, for example: \u201cScouting\u201d (Scout sign); \u201ccamping\u201d (made tent shape with hands).<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Ging Gang Goo<\/h1>\n

Ging gang gooli gooli gooli watcha, ging gang goo, ging gang
\ngoo. [Repeat.]
\nHeyla, heyla sheyla, heyla sheyla heyla ho. [Repeat.]
\nShali walli, shali walli, shali walli, shali walli,
\nOompha, Oompah . . .
\nSing as a round, with one group continuing with the \u201cOompah\u201d and another singing the song again from the beginning; then switch.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Good night . . . Scouts<\/h1>\n

Good night . . . Scouts, good night . . . Scouts
\nGood night . . . Scouts, we\u2019re going to leave you now.
\nMerrily we Scout along, scout along, scout along.
\nMerrily we Scout along, on the Scouting trail.
\nFarewell, . . . Scouts . . . .
\nSweet dreams, . . . Scouts . . . .<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Grandfather\u2019s Clock<\/h1>\n

My grandfather\u2019s clock was too large for the shelf,
\nSo it stood ninety years on the floor.
\nIt was taller by half than the old man himself,
\nThough it weighed not a pennyweight more.
\nIt was bought on the morn of the day that he was born,
\nAnd was always his treasure and pride;
\nBut it stopped, short, never to go again
\nWhen the old man died.<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/h3>\n

Ninety years without slumbering, tick, tock, tick, tock,
\nHis life seconds numbering, tick, tock, tick, tock,
\nIt stopped, short, never to go again, when the old man died.
\nIn watching its pendulum swing to and fro,
\nMany hours had he spent as a boy;
\nAnd in childhood and manhood the clock seemed to know
\nAnd to share both his grief and his joy.
\nFor it struck twenty-four when he entered at the door
\nWith a blooming and beautiful bride.
\nBut it stopped, short, never to go again
\nWhen the old man died.
\nMy grandfather said that of those he could hire,
\nNot a servant so faithful he found;
\nFor it wasted no time, and had but one desire:
\nAt the close of each week to be wound.
\nAnd it kept in its place, not a frown upon its face,
\nAnd its hands never hung by its side.
\nBut it stopped, short, never to go again
\nWhen the old man died.
\nIt rang in alarm in the dead of the night,
\nAn alarm that for years had been dumb.
\nAnd we knew that his spirit was plumbing its flight,
\nThat his hour of departure had come.
\nStill the clock kept the time, with a soft and muffled chime,
\nAs we silently stood by his side
\nBut it stopped, short, never to go again
\nWhen the old man died.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Greenland Fisheries<\/h1>\n

\u2018Twas in eighteen hundred and fifty three,
\nOn June the thirteenth day,
\nThat our gallant ship her anchor weighed,
\nAnd for Greenland bore away, brave boys,
\nAnd for Greenland bore away.
\nThe lookout in the crosstrees stood
\nWith a spyglass in his hand.
\n\u201cThere\u2019s a whale, there\u2019s a whale, there\u2019s a whalefish\u201d he
\ncried
\nAnd she blows at every span, brave boys.
\nAnd she blows at every span.
\nThe captain stood on the quarter-deck,
\nAnd a fine little man was he.
\n\u201cOverhaul! Overhaul! let your davit-tackles fall,
\nAnd launch your boats for the sea, brave boys,
\nAnd launch your boats for the sea.\u201d
\nNow the boats were launched and the men aboard,
\nAnd the whale was full in view.
\nResolved was each seaman bold,
\nTo steer where the whalefish blew, brave boys,
\nTo steer where the whalefish blew.
\nWe struck the whale, and the line paid out,
\nBut she gave such a flourish with her tail,
\nThat the boat capsized and four men were lost,
\nAnd we never caught that whale, brave boys,
\nAnd we never caught that whale.
\n\u201cTo lose that whale\u201d our captain said
\n\u201cIt grieves my heart full sore,
\nBut to lose four of our gallant sailor boys,
\nIt grieves me ten times more, brave boys,
\nIt grieves me ten times more.\u201d
\n\u201cThe winter star doth now appear,
\nSo, boys, we\u2019ll anchor weigh.
\nIt\u2019s time to leave this cold country,
\nAnd homeward bear away, brave boys,
\nAnd homeward bear away.\u201d
\nOh, Greenland is a dreadful place,
\nA land that\u2019s never green.
\nWhere there\u2019s ice and snow, and the whalefishes blow,
\nAnd the daylight\u2019s seldom seen, brave boys,
\nAnd the daylight\u2019s seldom seen.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>He\u2019s Got the Whole World in His Hands<\/h1>\n

He\u2019s got the whole world in His hands.
\nHe\u2019s got the whole world in His hands.
\nHe\u2019s got the whole world in His hands.
\nHe\u2019s got the whole world in His hands.
\n2. He\u2019s got the wind and the rain in His hands.
\n3. He\u2019s got the tiny little baby in His hands.
\n4. He\u2019s got you and me sister in His hands.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>If You\u2019re Happy<\/h1>\n

If you\u2019re happy and you know it [clap your hands (twice).]
\n[Repeat.]
\nIf you\u2019re happy and you know it then you really ought to show it.
\nIf you\u2019re happy and you know it [clap your hands (twice).]
\n2. Stamp your feet. 3. Give the sign [Scout sign]. 4. Shout
\n\u2018HOORAY.\u2019 5. Do all four.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>If You\u2019re Daffy<\/h1>\n

Same format as \u201cIf You\u2019re Happy\u201d but substitute: clap your fingers; knock your knees<\/p>\n

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<\/a>It\u2019s a Small World<\/h1>\n

It\u2019s a world of laughter, a world of tears;
\nIt\u2019s a world of hopes and a world of fears.
\nThere\u2019s so much that we share
\nThat it\u2019s time we were aware.
\nIt\u2019s a small world after all.
\nIt\u2019s a small world after all,
\nIt\u2019s a small world after all.
\nIt\u2019s a small world after all.
\nIt\u2019s a small, small world.
\nThere is just one moon
\nAnd one golden sun
\nAnd a smile means friendship
\nto ev\u2019ryone.
\nThough the mountains divide
\nand the oceans are wide,
\nIt\u2019s a small world after all.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>It was Friday Night When We Set Sail (The Mermaid)<\/h1>\n

It was Friday night when we set sail,
\nAnd we were not far from the land.
\nWhen the captain spied a lovely mermaid
\nWith a comb and a brush in her hand, her hand, her hand,
\nWith a comb and a brush in her hand.<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/h3>\n

Oh! the ocean waves may roll, may roll,
\nAnd the stormy winds may blow, may blow-o,
\nBut we poor sailors go skipping to the tops
\nWhile the land-lubbers lie down below, below, below,
\nWhile the land-lubbers lie down below.
\nThen up spoke the captain of our gallant ship,
\nAnd a fine old man was he,
\nSaying, \u201cThis fishy mermaid has warned us of our doom;
\nWe shall sink to the bottom of the sea, the sea, the sea,
\nWe shall sink to the bottom of the sea!\u201d
\nThen up spoke the mate of our gallant ship,
\nAnd a well spoken man was he;
\n\u201cI\u2019ve married a wife in Salem Town,
\nAnd tonight she a widow will be, will be, will be,
\nAnd tonight she a widow will be.\u201d
\nThen up spoke the cook of our gallant ship.
\nAnd a RED HOT cook was he;
\n\u201cI care much more for my kettles and my pots
\nThan I do for the bottom of the sea, the sea, the sea,
\nThan I do for the bottom of the sea.
\nThen up spoke the cabin boy of our gallant ship.
\nAnd a scurvy little rascal was he;
\n\u201cI\u2019ve nary a soul in Salem Town
\nWho will care what happened to me, to me, to me,
\nWho will care what happened to me.
\nSLOWLY
\nThen three times round, went our gallant ship
\nThen three times round went she;
\nThen three times round, went our gallant ship
\nAnd she sank to the bottom of the sea, the sea, the sea,
\nAnd she sank to the bottom of the sea.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>I\u2019ve Got Sixpence<\/h1>\n

I\u2019ve got sixpence, jolly, jolly sixpence,
\nI\u2019ve got sixpence, to last me all my life.
\nI\u2019ve got twopence to spend, and twopence to lend,
\nAnd twopence to send home to my wife. Poor wife!<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/h3>\n

No cares have I to grieve me, no pretty little girls to deceive me.
\nI\u2019m as happy as a lark, believe me. As we go rolling, rolling home.
\nRolling home, rolling home. [Repeat]
\nRolling home to my home by the sea, boom, boom, boom.
\nHappy as the day when our leaders get their pay.
\nAs we go rolling, rolling home.
\nI\u2019ve got fourpence, jolly, jolly fourpence,<\/p>\n

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<\/a>John Brown\u2019s Baby<\/h1>\n

[Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic]
\nJohn Brown\u2019s baby had a cold upon its chest.[Repeat twice more.]
\nSo they rubbed it with camphorated oil.
\nThe second time through, replace the word, \u201cchest\u201d by patting the chest. Next time, substitute a cough for the word, \u201ccold.\u201d Then, substitute baby-rocking arm motions for the word, \u201cbaby.\u201d<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Lydia Pinkham<\/h1>\n

Chorus<\/h3>\n

So Let us drink-a, drink-a, drink,
\nTo Lydia Pinkham, Pinkham, Pink.
\nThe savior of the human race.
\nShe invented a vegetable compound
\nTwas efficacious in every case.
\nHere\u2019s a story, a little bit gory,
\nA little bit happy, a little bit sad.
\nOf Lydia Pinkham and her vegetable compound,
\nAnd how it drove her to the bad.
\nMy brother Bob, he was quite a slob,
\nHe used to drool all over town.
\n\u2018Til they gave him vegetable compound,
\nAnd in a week he almost drowned.
\nJohnny Hammer, had a terrible stammer.
\nHe could barely say a word.
\nSo they gave him vegetable compound,
\nNow he\u2019s seen but never heard.
\nOh, Uncle Paul, he was so small.
\nHe was the shortest man in town.
\n\u2018Til they rubbed him with vegetable compound,
\nNow he weighs but half a pound.
\nA lady named Gwen had no children.
\nShe was barren we did fear.
\n\u2018Til they gave her vegetable compound,
\nNow she delivers twice a year.
\nEbenezer thought he was Julius Caesar,
\nSo they put him in a home.
\nThere they gave him vegetable compound,
\nNow he\u2019s emperor of Rome.
\nPoor Lydia died and went to heaven.
\nAll the church bells they did ring.
\nBut she took along her vegetable compound,
\nHark, how the Herald Angels sing!
\nLydia Pinkham (1819-1883) was an American proprietor who claimed that her Vegetable Compound, a blend of herbs and 18% alcohol, could cure any \u201cfemale complaint\u201d from nervous prostration to a prolapsed uterus. Although its therapeutic effects were never substantiated by medical proof, her product gained popularity among women, many of whom hesitated to consult male physicians about female problems.\u201d In the 1920s, federal regulations caused both the product\u2019s claims and its alcohol content to be reduced.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Michael Row the Boat<\/h1>\n

Michael, row the boat ashore, Alleluia
\nMichael, row the boat ashore, Alleluia.
\nSister, help to trim the sail,
\nSister, help to trim the sail,
\nBrother, lend a helping hand,
\nBrother, lend a helping hand,
\nJordan\u2019s river is chilly and cold,
\nChills the body but not the soul,
\nJordan\u2019s river is deep and wide,
\nMilk and honey on the other side.
\nGabriel blow the trumpet horn
\nBlow the trumpet loud and long.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Morning Has Broken<\/h1>\n

Morning has broken, like the first morning,
\nBlackbird has spoken, like the first bird.
\nPraise for the singing, praise for the morning,
\nPraise for them springing fresh from the word.
\nSweet the rain\u2019s new fall, sunlit from heaven,
\nLike the first dew fall on the first grass.
\nPraise for the sweetness of the wet garden,
\nSprung in completeness where His feet pass.
\nMine is the sunlight, mine is the morning,
\nBorn of the one light Eden saw play.
\nPraise with elation, praise every morning,
\nGod\u2019s re-creation of the new day.
\nCool the gray clouds roll, peaking the mountains,
\nGull in her free flight, swooping the skies.
\nPraise for the mystery, misting the morning,
\nBehind the shadow, waiting to shine.
\nI am the sunrise, warming the heavens,
\nSpilling my warm glow over the earth.
\nPraise for the brightness of this new morning,
\nFilling my spirit with Your great love.
\nMine is a turning, mine is a new life,
\nMine is a journey closer to You.
\nPraise for the sweet glimpse, caught in a moment,
\nJoy breathing deeply, dancing in flight.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>One Finger, One Thumb<\/h1>\n

One finger, one thumb, one hand, keep moving [repeat twice]
\nAnd we\u2019ll all be happy again!
\nOne finger, one thumb, one hand, two hands keep moving [repeat 2 more times.]
\nAnd we\u2019ll all be happy again!
\nWith each new verse, add the following in succession: 3. One arm; 4. Two arms; 5. One leg; 6. Two legs; 7. Stand up-sit down; 8. [Stand up] Turn around [Sit down].<\/p>\n

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<\/a>She\u2019ll Be Coming \u2018Round the Mountain<\/h1>\n

She\u2019ll be coming \u2018round the mountain when she comes. (Toot Toot!)
\nShe\u2019ll be coming \u2018round the mountain when she comes. (Toot Toot!)
\nShe\u2019ll be coming \u2018round the mountain,
\nShe\u2019ll be coming \u2018round the mountain,
\nShe\u2019ll be coming \u2018round the mountain when she comes. (Toot Toot!)
\n2. She\u2019ll be driving six white horses when she comes. (Whoa back!)
\n3. Oh, we\u2019ll all go out to meet her when she comes. (Hi babe!)
\n4. Oh, we\u2019ll kill the old red rooster when she comes. (hack hack!)
\n5. Oh, we\u2019ll all have chicken and dumplings when she comes. (Yum Yum!)
\n6. She\u2019ll have to sleep with Granny when she comes. (Snore Snore!)
\n7. Tell me do you know what coming \u2018round the mountain? (spoken at the end:)<\/p>\n

Then why are we singing this stupid song?<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Show Me the Way to Go Home<\/h1>\n

Show me the way to go home, I\u2019m tired and I want to go to bed.
\nOh, I had a little drink about an hour ago, and it went right to my head.
\nWherever I may roam, on land or sea or foam.
\nYou will always hear me singing this song: Show me the way to go home.
\nFancy word version:
\nIndicate the way to my habitual abode, I\u2019m fatigued and I want to retire.
\nOh, I had a little liquid sixty minutes ago, and it went right to my cerebellum.
\nWherever I may perambulate, on land or sea or atmospheric bubbles.
\nYou will always hear me humming this melody: Indicate the way to my habitual abode.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Sloop John B.<\/h1>\n

We came on the sloop John B., my grandfather and me,
\nRound Nassau town we did roam,
\nDrinking all night, got into a fight,
\nWell, I feel so break-up, I want to go home.<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/h3>\n

So, hoist up the John B.\u2019s sails, see how the main sails set,
\nSend for the Captain ashore, let me go home;
\nLet me go home, I want to go home,
\nI feel so break-up, I want to go home.
\nWell, the first mate, he got drunk,
\nBroke up the people\u2019s trunk,
\nConstable has to come and take him away,
\nSheriff John Stone, please leave me alone.
\nI feel so break-up, I want to go home.
\nThe poor cook he got fits, throw\u2019d away all my grits,
\nThen he went and ate up all of my corn,
\nOh, let me go home, I want to go home,
\nThis is the worst trip I\u2019ve ever been on.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Streets of London<\/h1>\n

Have you seen the old man in the closed down market,
\nkicking up the papers with his worn out shoes?
\nIn his eyes you see no pride hand held loosely by his side
\nyesterday papers telling yesterday\u2019s news.
\nRefrain
\nSo how can you tell me you\u2019re lonely
\nand say for you that the sun don\u2019t shine
\nlet me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of london
\nI\u2019ll show you something to make you change your mind.
\nHave you seen the old girl who walks the streets of London,
\ndirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?
\nShe\u2019s no time for talkin\u2019 she just keeps on walkin\u2019,
\ncarrying her home in two carrier bags.
\nRefrain
\nIn the all night cafe at a quarter past eleven
\nsame old man sitting there on his own,
\nlooking at the world over the rim of his tea cup
\nand each tea lasts an hour and wanders home alone.
\nRefrain
\nHave you seen the old man outside the seaman\u2019s mission,
\nmemory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears?
\nAnd in our winter city the rain cries a little pity
\nfor one more forgotten hero and a world that doesn\u2019t care.
\nFinal Refrain<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Swing Low, Sweet Chariot<\/h1>\n

Chorus<\/h3>\n

Swing low, sweet chariot, comin\u2019 for to carry me home;
\nSwing low, sweet chariot, comin\u2019 for to carry me home.
\nI looked over Jordan, and what did I see,
\nComin\u2019 for to carry me home;
\nA band of angels coming after me,
\nComin\u2019 for to carry me home.
\nIf you get to heaven before I do,
\nComin\u2019 for to carry me home;
\nJust tell all my friends that I\u2019m a coming too,
\nComin\u2019 for to carry me home.
\nI\u2019m sometimes up and sometimes down,
\nComin\u2019 for to carry me home;
\nBut still my soul feels heavenly bound,
\nComin\u2019 for to carry me home.
\nI\u2019ve never been to heaven, but I\u2019ve been told,
\nComin\u2019 for to carry me home;
\nThat the streets in heaven are paved with gold,
\nComin\u2019 for to carry me home.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Switch<\/h1>\n

(Tune: Reuben and Rachel)
\nI don\u2019t care if I go crazy
\n1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, Switch.
\nCrazy go I, if care don\u2019t I
\n6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Switch.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>The Ash Grove<\/h1>\n

The ash grove, how graceful, how plainly \u2018tis speaking
\nThe harp thro\u2019 it playing has language for me
\nWhenever the light through its branches is breaking
\nA host of kind faces is gazing on me
\nThe friends of my childhood again are before me
\nEach step wakes a mem\u2019ry as freely I roam
\nWith soft whispers laden its leaves rustle o\u2019er me
\nThe ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home
\nDown yonder green valley where streamlets meander
\nWhen twilight is fading, I pensively rove.
\nOr at the bright moontide in solitude wander
\nAmid the dark shades of the lonely ash grove.
\n\u2018Tis there where the blackbird is cheerfully singing
\nEach warbler enchants with his notes from a tree.
\nAh then little think I of sorrow or sadness
\nThe ash grove entrancing spells beauty for me.
\nMy laughter is over, my step loses lightness
\nOld countryside measures steal soft on my ears
\nI only remember the past and its brightness
\nThe dear ones I mourn for again gather here
\nFrom out of the shadows their loving looks greet me
\nAnd wistfully searching the leafy green dome
\nI find other faces fond bending to greet me
\nThe ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home<\/p>\n

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<\/a>The Death of Cock Robin<\/h1>\n

Chorus<\/h3>\n

All the birds of the air fell a sighin\u2019 and sobbin\u2019,
\nWhen they heard of the death of poor cock robin,
\nWhen they heard of the death of poor cock robin.
\n1. Who killed cock robin?
\n\u201cI\u201d, said the sparrow, \u201cwith my bow and arrow.\u201d
\n\u201cI killed cock robin.\u201d
\n2. Who saw him die?
\n\u201cI\u201d, said the fly, \u201cwith my little eye.\u201d
\n3. Who\u2019ll make his shroud?
\n\u201cI\u201d, said the beetle, \u201cwith my thread and needle.\u201d
\n4. Who\u2019ll dig his grave ?
\n\u201cI\u201d, said the owl, \u201cwith my little trowel.\u201d
\n5. Who\u2019ll give the memorial?
\n\u201cI\u201d, said the rook, \u201cwith my little book.\u201d
\n6. Who\u2019ll be chief mourner?
\n\u201cI\u201d, said the dove, \u201cwith my undying love.\u201d
\n7. Who\u2019ll bear the coffin?
\n\u201cI\u201d, said the wren, \u201cwith rooster and the hen.\u201d
\n8. Who\u2019ll let him down?
\n\u201cI\u201d, said the crane, \u201cwith my golden chain.\u201d
\n9. Who\u2019ll cover him over?
\n\u201cI\u201d, said the crow, \u201cwith my little hoe.\u201d
\n10.Who\u2019ll toll the bell?
\n\u201cI\u201d, said the bull, \u201cbecause I can pull.\u201d
\n11.Who\u2019ll mark the grave?
\n\u201cI\u201d, said the thrush, \u201cwith my paint and brush.\u201d
\n12.Who\u2019ll keep the vigil?
\n\u201cI\u201d, said the lark, \u201cso long as it\u2019s not dark.\u201d<\/p>\n

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<\/a>The Saints Go Marching In<\/h1>\n

Oh, when the Saints go marching in,
\nOh, when the Saints go marching in,
\nLord, I want to be in that number,
\nWhen the Saints go marching in.
\n2. And when the revelation comes.
\n3. And when the new world is revealed.
\n4. And when the sun refuse to shine.
\n5. And when they gather \u2018round the throne.
\n6. And on that hallelujah day.
\n7. And when the Saints go marching in.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>The Ship Titanic<\/h1>\n

Oh, they built the ship Titanic to sail the ocean blue,
\nAnd they thought they had a ship that the water would never leak through,
\nBut the Lord\u2019s almighty hand knew that ship would never stand.
\nIt was sad when the great ship went down.<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/h3>\n

Oh, it was sad, it was sad; it was sad, it was sad;
\nIt was sad when the great ship went down, to the bottom of the
\nHusbands and wives, little-bitty children lost their lives,
\nIt was sad when that great ship went down.
\nOh, they sailed away from England, and were almost to the shore,
\nWhen the rich refused to associate with the poor,
\nSo they put them down below, where they were the first to go.
\nIt was sad when the great ship went down.
\nThe boat was full of din, and the sides about to burst,
\nWhen the captain shouted \u201cWomen and children first!\u201d
\nThen the captain tried to wire, but the wireless was on fire.
\nIt was sad when the great ship went down.
\nSo they swung the lifeboats out o\u2019re the deep and raging sea
\nThe band struck up with \u2018Nearer My God to Thee\u2019,
\nLittle children wept and cried, as the waves swept, o\u2019re the side,
\nIt was sad when the great ship went down.
\nOh the moral to be gained from this tale of woe and pain,
\nIs that if you\u2019re rich you should not be so vain.
\nFor in the good Lord\u2019s eyes, you\u2019re the same as other guys.
\nIt was sad when the great ship went down.
\nOh they built another ship they called, \u201cTitanic II.\u201d
\nThey were sure this time that the water would never leak thorough.
\nSo they launched it with a cheer, and it sank right off the pier.
\nIt was sad when the great ship went down.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>You Are My Sunshine<\/h1>\n

Chorus<\/h3>\n

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,
\nYou make me happy when skies are gray.
\nYou\u2019ll never know dear, how much I love you;
\nPlease don\u2019t take my sunshine away.
\nThe other night dear, when I was sleeping,
\nI dreamt I held you in my arms.
\nWhen I awoke dear, I was mistaken;
\nSo I hung my head and I cried . . .
\nI\u2019ll always love you and make you happy,
\nIf you will only say the same,
\nBut if you leave me to love another,
\nYou\u2019ll regret it all some day.
\nYou told me once, dear, you really loved me
\nAnd no one else could come between
\nBut now you\u2019ve left me and love another
\nYou have shattered all my dreams.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Hymn of Scouting<\/h1>\n

[Tune: The Church\u2019s One Foundation]
\nOh Father we would bring Thee a Scoutship strong and true,
\nA life of loving service and struggle well won through,
\nA Scoutship that our Founder would surely love to see,
\nOf utter self-surrender and spotless purity.
\nOh knit us all together as loyal friends of all,
\nAnd make us every ready to help up those who fall,
\nAs Scouts we must be trusted to others to do good,
\nGod bless and keep and strengthen the Scouting brother[\/sister]hood.
\nSo as we stand before Thee we give our promise true,
\nThat we will on our honor love God and country too.
\nWe\u2019ll help all others daily in all we say and do,
\nAnd live the laws of Scouting as Thou woulds\u2019t have us do.
\nAnd so Thee our Captain, as loyal Scouts we come,
\nAnd ask that Thou will leads us \u2018til Scouting days are done.
\nWe face tomorrow\u2019s struggles strong in Thy strength alone:
\nLook down and bless our Scoutship, for we would be Thine own.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>I\u2019ve Got That Scouting Spirit<\/h1>\n

I\u2019ve got that Scouting spirit up in my head, up in my head, up in my head.
\nI\u2019ve got that Scouting spirit up in my head, up in my head to stay.
\n2. I\u2019ve got that Scouting spirit deep in my heart.
\n3. I\u2019ve got that Scouting spirit down in my feet.
\n4. I\u2019ve got that Scouting spirit all over me.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>On My Honour<\/h1>\n

Chorus<\/h3>\n

On my honour I will try.
\nThere\u2019s a duty to be done and I say aye.
\nThere\u2019s a reason here for a reason above.
\nMy honour is to try and my duty is love.
\nPeople don\u2019t need to know my name.
\nIf I do any harm, then I\u2019m to blame.
\nWhen I help another, I help me,
\nIf I\u2019ve opened up my eyes to see.<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/h3>\n

I\u2019ve tucked away a song or two.
\nIf you\u2019re feeling low, there\u2019s one for you.
\nWhen you need a friend, then I will come.
\nThere are many more where I come from.<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/h3>\n

Come with me where a fire burns bright.
\nWe can even see better in a candle\u2019s light.
\nBut we find more meaning in a campfire\u2019s glow
\nThan we\u2019d ever learn in a year or so.<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/h3>\n

We\u2019ve made a promise to always keep.
\nAnd the day is done before we sleep.
\nWe\u2019ll be Girl Scouts together and when we\u2019re gone
\nWe\u2019ll still be trying and singing this song.
\nChorus<\/p>\n

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<\/a>This Little Scouting Light<\/h1>\n

This little Scouting light of mine, I\u2019m gonna let it shine.
\n[Repeat twice more.]
\nLet it shine all the time, let it shine.
\nAll around the neighborhood, I\u2019m gonna let it shine. . . .
\nHide it under a bushel-NO!- I\u2019m gonna let it shine. . . .
\nDon\u2019t you try to blow it out, I\u2019m gonna let it shine. . . .
\nAll around this world of ours, I\u2019m gonna let it shine. . . .<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Who\u2019ll Come A-Scouting<\/h1>\n

[Tune: Waltzing Matilda]
\nOnce a mighty soldier, beloved by his fellow men,
\nUnder the shade of the flag of the free,
\nTook some youth and trained them,
\nTaught them to be brave and true,
\nWho\u2019ll come a-Scouting, a-Scouting with me.<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/h3>\n

Keep on a-working, never a-shirking,
\nCarry out the rules as you know them to be,
\nAnd we\u2019ll sing as we put our shoulders and our brains to work,
\nWho\u2019ll come a-Scouting, a-Scouting with me.<\/p>\n

Soon the little band grew, swelling to great number,
\nThrough other countries, one, two, three;
\nThen around the world it spread, stronger, ever stronger,
\nWho\u2019ll come a-Scouting, a-Scouting with me.<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/h3>\n

Keep on praying, keep on saying,
\nIf we work hard enough, then we\u2019ll stay free.
\nAnd we\u2019ll sing as we put our shoulders and our brains to work,
\nWho\u2019ll come a-Scouting, a-Scouting with me.<\/p>\n

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