{"id":1987,"date":"2018-09-01T09:44:03","date_gmt":"2018-09-01T08:44:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.scoutingresources.org.uk\/wordpress\/?page_id=1987"},"modified":"2018-09-01T10:45:02","modified_gmt":"2018-09-01T09:45:02","slug":"campfire-songs-v","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.scoutingresources.org.uk\/wordpress\/programme-planning\/songs\/campfire-songs-v\/","title":{"rendered":"Campfire Songs V"},"content":{"rendered":"

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

<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n
\n

Alice the
\n Camel<\/a>
\n Baby Beluga<\/a>
\n The Cat Came Back<\/a>
\n Dum, Dum, Da, Da<\/a>
\n Little Bunny Fu-Fu<\/a>
\n I'm a Little Hunk
\n of Tin<\/a>
\n There Were
\n Three Jolly Fishermen<\/a>
\n The Muffin Man<\/a>
\n Singing in the Rain<\/a>\n <\/p>\n

Traditional Songs<\/strong><\/p>\n

Acres of Clams<\/a>
\n Aunt Rhody<\/a>
\n Charlie on the M.T.A.<\/a>
\n The Death of Cock
\n Robin<\/a>
\n Dixie<\/a>
\n Down in the Valley<\/a>
\n The Erie Canal<\/a>
\n Handcart Song<\/a>
\n Happy Wanderer (Valderee)<\/a>
\n Hot Time
\n in the Old Town Tonight<\/a>
\n Johnnie Verbeck<\/a>
\n Land of Oden<\/a>
\n The Mermaid<\/a>
\n .... Mighty
\n fine.... Scout Camp<\/a>
\n The Scout Who
\n Never Returned<\/a>
\n Our Paddles Keen
\n and Bright<\/a>
\n Red River Valley<\/a>
\n Shenandoah<\/a>
\n Oh Susanna<\/a>
\n All Together Again<\/a>\n <\/td>\n

\n

Scouting Songs<\/strong><\/p>\n

Scout Vespers<\/a>
\n Boy Scouts of America<\/a>
\n Camp Specific Song<\/a><\/p>\n

Patriotic Songs<\/strong><\/p>\n

National
\n Anthem
\n Star Spangled Banner
\n commentary on National Anthem<\/a>
\n This Land is Your
\n Land<\/a>\n <\/p>\n

Songs with Battle Hymn Tune<\/strong><\/p>\n

Battle
\n Hymn of the Republic<\/a>
\n The Weekend<\/a>\n <\/p>\n

Inspirational Songs<\/strong><\/p>\n

All Night,
\n All Day<\/a>
\n For The Beauty
\n of the Earth<\/a>
\n Green Trees Around
\n You<\/a>
\n Jimmy Brown<\/a><\/p>\n

Reverent Songs<\/strong><\/p>\n

Amazing Grace<\/a>
\n Swing Low, Sweet
\n Chariot<\/a>\n <\/td>\n

\n

Silly Songs<\/strong><\/p>\n

It
\n Aint Gonna Rain No More<\/a>
\n America, the Ugly<\/a>
\n The Ants Go Marching<\/a>
\n Noble Captain Kirk<\/a>
\n All God's Critters<\/a>
\n Flee Fly<\/a>
\n Micheal Finnegan<\/a>
\n Oh, How
\n I Hate to Get up in the Morning<\/a>
\n Linger<\/a>
\n I Met a Bear<\/a>
\n The Littlest Worm<\/a>
\n Keemo Kyemo<\/a>
\n Seven Old Ladies<\/a>
\n Summer Camp<\/a>
\n There was an Old Woman
\n <\/a>
\n Scout WETspers<\/a>
\n The Worm Song<\/a><\/p>\n

Miscellanious Songs<\/strong><\/p>\n

Announcements,
\n Announcements<\/a>
\n Camp Arnold Song<\/a>
\n Joe Hill<\/a>
\n Giligan's Island<\/a>
\n The Great Meat Pie<\/a>
\n Pooh Corner<\/a>
\n
\n Gross Songs<\/b><\/p>\n

My Dead Dog
\n Rover<\/a>
\n Greasy Grimy Gopher
\n Guts<\/a>\n <\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n

Alice the Camel<\/h1>\n

Alice the camel has 10 humps, Alice the camel has 10 humps
\nAlice the camel has 10 humps, so go, Alice, GO!!<\/p>\n

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9.<\/p>\n

[Continue with 9, 8, 7 . . . humps, until . . . ]<\/p>\n

Alice the camel has no humps, Alice the camel has no humps
\nAlice the camel has no humps, 'cause Alice is a HORSE!!<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Baby Beluga<\/h1>\n

Baby beluga in the deep blue sea,
\nSwim so wild and you swim so free.
\nHeaven about you, sea below,
\nJust a little white whale on the go.
\nBaby beluga, baby beluga, is the water warm?
\nIs your mother home with you, so happy.
\nWay down yonder where the dolphins play,
\nWhere they dive and splash all day,
\nThe waves roll in and the waves roll out,
\nSee the water squirting out of your spout.
\nBaby beluga, baby beluga, sing your little song,
\nSing for all your friends, we like to hear you.
\nThen it's late and you're home and fed,
\nCurling up snug in your waterbed.
\nStars are shining and the moon is bright,
\nGood night, little whale, goodnight.
\nBaby beluga, baby beluga, with tomorrow's sun,
\nAnother day has come, you'll soon be waking.
\nBaby beluga, baby beluga, is the water warm?
\nIs your mother home with you, so happy.
\nActions: Hands together, make the shape of a small whale jumping over the waves.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>The Cat Came Back<\/h1>\n

Old man Johnson had troubles of his own.
\nHad a little cat that wouldn't leave him alone.
\nHe tried and tried to give him away,
\nHe gave him to a man going far, far away.<\/p>\n

CHORUS:<\/p>\n

But the cat came back, the very next day.
\nBut the cat came back, they thought he was a goner,
\nBut the cat came back, he just couldn't stay away, away, away.
\nHe gave it to a man going up in a ballon
\nTold him to give it to the man in the moon
\nThe ballon came down about 20 miles away
\nAnd where that man is we just can't say.<\/p>\n

(chorus)<\/p>\n

He gave him to a boy with a dollar note,
\nTold him to take up the river in a boat,
\nTied a rock round its neck must have weighed a hundred pounds,
\nAnd now they're dredging the river for the little boy who drowned.<\/p>\n

(chorus)<\/p>\n

He gave hime to a man going way, way out west,
\nTold him to give it to the one he favored best,
\nFirst the train jumped track, then it hit the rail,
\nAnd no one is alive today to tell the gruesome tale.<\/p>\n

(chorus)<\/p>\n

Old man Johnson said he'd shoot that cat on sight,
\nSo he loaded up his shotgun with nails and dynamite.
\nHe waited and waited for that cat to come around,
\nBut ninety seven pieces of the man were all they ever found<\/p>\n

(chorus)<\/p>\n

The H-bomb fell just the other day,
\nThe A-bomb fell in the very same way,
\nRussia went, China went, and the USA
\nThe human race was destroyed without a chance to pray.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Dum, Dum, Da, Da<\/h1>\n

Dum, dum, da, da,
\nDa-dum, dum, da, da,
\nDa-dum, dum, da, da, da, dum, da-dum, dum, dum<\/p>\n

Dum, dum, da, da,
\nDa-dum, dum, da, da,
\nDa-dum, dum, da, da, da, dum.<\/p>\n

First time through: pat both knees twice, then right hand to left shoulder twice; pat knees twice, then left hand to right<\/p>\n

shoulder twice.<\/p>\n

Second time through: pat both knees once, then right hand to left shoulder once; pat knees once, then left hand to right<\/p>\n

shoulder once; pat knees, then cross arms, uncross arms and then snap fingers.<\/p>\n

Third time through: left hand on right elbow, flutter right hand; right hand on left elbow, flutter left hand.<\/p>\n

Fourth time through: brush hands, then right hand on left elbow; left hand on right elbow.<\/p>\n

Fifth time through: cross arms, lean alternately forward and back.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Little Bunny Fu-Fu<\/p>\n

Little bunny Fu-fu, hoppin' though the forest,
\nScoopin' up the field mice and boppin' them on the head.
\nAlong came the good fairy, and she said:
\n\"Little bunny Fu-fu, I don't want to see you
\nScoopin' up the field mice and boppin' them on the head.
\nI'll give you three chances to change your ways, and if you
\ndon't obey, I'll turn you into a goon.\"<\/p>\n

So the next day . . . [Repeat-two more chances . . . ]<\/p>\n

So the next day . . . [Repeat-one more chance . . . ]<\/p>\n

So the next day . . . [Repeat]<\/p>\n

\"I gave you three chances to change your ways and you didn't
\nobey, so now I'm turning you into goon. Pooff! You're a goon.
\nAnd the moral of this story is . . . 'Hare today and gone tomorrow.'<\/p>\n

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<\/a>I'm a Little Hunk of Tin<\/h1>\n

I'm a little hunk of tin, nobody knows where I have been.
\nGot four wheels and a running board, I'm a four-by-four-by-four..
\nHonk-honk, rattle-rattle, rattle crash, beep-beep
\nHonk-hank, rattle-rattle, rattle crash, beep-beep
\nHonk-honk, honk, honk.
\nActions: honk-pull ears; rattle-shake head; crash-cover face
\nwith hands; beep-push on nose with flat of hand<\/p>\n

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<\/a>There were Three Jolly Fishermen<\/h1>\n

There were three jolly fishermen,
\nThere were three jolly fishermen,
\nThere were three jolly fishermen,
\nFisher, fisher, men, men, men,
\nFisher, fisher, men, men, men,
\nThere were three jolly fishermen.<\/p>\n

The first one's name was Abraham,
\nThe first one's name was Abraham,
\nThe first one's name was Abraham,<\/p>\n

Abra, Abra, ham, ham, ham,
\nAbra, Abra, ham, ham, ham,
\nThe first one's name was Abraham.<\/p>\n

The second one's name was I-I-saac,
\nThe second one's name was I-I-saac,
\nThe second one's name was I-I-saac,<\/p>\n

I-I, I-I, saac, saac, saac,
\nI-I, I-I, saac, saac, saac,
\nThe second one's name was I-I-saac.<\/p>\n

The third one's name was Ja-a-cob,
\nThe third one's name was Ja-a-cob,
\nThe third one's name was Ja-a-cob,
\nJa-a, Ja-a, cub, cub, cub,
\nJa-a, Ja-a, cub, cub, cub,
\nThe third one's name was Ja-a-cob.<\/p>\n

They all went up to Jericho,
\nThey all went up to Jericho,
\nThey all went up to Jericho,
\nJer-i, Jer-i, cho, cho, cho,
\nJer-i, Jer-i, cho, cho, cho,
\nThey all went up to Jericho.<\/p>\n

They should have gone to Amsterdam,
\nThey should have gone to Amsterdam,
\nThey should have gone to Amsterdam,
\nAmster, amster, shh, shh, shh,
\nAmster, amster, shh, shh, shh,
\nThey should have gone to Amsterdam.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>The Muffin Man<\/h1>\n

Do you know the muffin Man,
\nthe Muffin Man, the muffin man.<\/p>\n

Do You know the muffin man,
\nwho lives on gingerbread lane.<\/p>\n

Yes I know the muffin man,
\nthe muffin man, the muffin man.<\/p>\n

Yes I know the muffin man,
\nwho lives on gingerbread lane.<\/p>\n

We all know the muffin man,
\nthe muffin man, the muffin man.<\/p>\n

We all know the muffin man,
\nwho lives on gingerbread lane.<\/p>\n

Start with one person, asking another. Then third verse together. Then each of them finds another person to ask and it keeps repeating until everyone knows the muffin man.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Singing in the Rain<\/h1>\n

We're singing in the rain, just singing in the rain.
\nWhat a glorious feeling, we're happy again.
\nThumbs up! [Group echoes.]<\/p>\n

A-root-ta-ta, root-ta-ta. root-ta-ta-TA<\/p>\n

Add each of the following, in turn:<\/p>\n

Thumbs Up Arms Out Elbows In
\nKnees Bent Knees together Toes together
\nButt out Chest out Head Back Tongue out<\/p>\n

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TRADITIONAL SONGS<\/h1>\n

<\/a>Acres of Clams<\/h1>\n

I've wandered all over this country,
\nProspecting and digging for gold;<\/p>\n

I've tunnel'd, hydraulicked, and cradled,
\nAnd I nearly froze in the cold.<\/p>\n

And I nearly froxe in the cold,
\nAnd I nearly froze in the cold,
\nI've tunnel'd, hydraulicked, and cradled,
\nAnd I nearly froze in the cold.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I rolled up my grub in my blanket,
\nI left all my tools on the ground,
\nI started one morning to shank it
\nFor the country they call Puget Sound.<\/p>\n

For the country they call Puget Sound,
\nFor the country they call Puget Sound,
\nI started one morning to shank it
\nFor the country they call Puget Sound.<\/p>\n

No longer the slave of ambition,
\nI laugh at the worls and its shams,
\nAnd I think of my happy condition
\nSurrounded by acres of clams.<\/p>\n

Surrounded by acres of clams,
\nSurrounded by acres of clams,
\nAnd I think of my happy condition
\nSurrounded by acres of clams.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Aunt Rhody<\/h1>\n

Go tell Aunt Rhody, go tell Aunt Rhody,
\nGo tell Aunt Rhody, the old gray goose is dead.<\/p>\n

- The one she's been saving, [Repeat twice more.]<\/p>\n

To make a feather bed.<\/p>\n

- She died in the mill pond, [Repeat twice more.]<\/p>\n

From standing on her head.<\/p>\n

- The goslings are mourning, [Repeat twice more.]<\/p>\n

Because their mother's dead.<\/p>\n

- The old gander's weeping, [Repeat twice more.]<\/p>\n

Because his mate is dead.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>CHARLIE ON THE M.T.A<\/h1>\n

Let me tell ya of a story 'bout a man named Charlie, on a tragic
\nand faithful day. He put ten cents in his pocket, kissed his wife and
\nfamily, went to ride on the M.T.A<\/p>\n

Chorus: But did he ever return? No, he never returned, and his fate
\nis still unlearned. (Poor old charlie). He may ride forever
\n'neath the streets of Boston, he's the man who never returned.<\/p>\n

Charlie handed in his dime at the Kendel Square Station and he
\nchanged for Jamaca Plains. When he gott there the conductor
\ntold him, \"one more nickle,\" Charlie couldn't get off that
\ntrain<\/p>\n

Well all night long Charlie rides through the stations, saying,
\n\"What will become of me? How can I afford to see my sister in
\nChelsea or my cousin or Roxbury?\"<\/p>\n

Charlie's wife goes down to the Scully Square station, every day
\nat a quarter past two. And through the open window,
\nshe hands Charlie a sandwich as the train goes a rumbling through.<\/p>\n

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

Chorus<\/p>\n

All the birds of the air fell a sighin' and sobbin',
\nWhen they heard of the death of poor cock robin,
\nWhen they heard of the death of poor cock robin.<\/p>\n

1. Who killed cock robin?
\n\"I\", said the sparrow, \"with my bow and arrow.\"
\n\"I killed cock robin.\"<\/p>\n

2. Who saw him die?
\n\"I\", said the fly, \"with my little eye.\"<\/p>\n

3. Who'll make his shroud?
\n\"I\", said the beetle, \"with my thread and needle.\"<\/p>\n

4. Who'll dig his grave ?
\n\"I\", said the owl, \"with my little trowel.\"<\/p>\n

5. Who'll give the memorial?
\n\"I\", said the rook, \"with my little book.\"<\/p>\n

6. Who'll be chief mourner?
\n\"I\", said the dove, \"with my undying love.\"<\/p>\n

7. Who'll bear the coffin?
\n\"I\", said the wren, \"with rooster and the hen.\"<\/p>\n

8. Who'll let him down?
\n\"I\", said the crane, \"with my golden chain.\"<\/p>\n

9. Who'll cover him over?
\n\"I\", said the crow, \"with my little hoe.\"<\/p>\n

10.Who'll toll the bell?
\n\"I\", said the bull, \"because I can pull.\"<\/p>\n

11.Who'll mark the grave?
\n\"I\", said the thrush, \"with my paint and brush.\"<\/p>\n

12.Who'll keep the vigil?
\n\"I\", said the lark, \"so long as it's not dark.\"<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Dixie<\/h1>\n

I wish I was in the land of cotton,
\nOld times there are not forgotten;
\nLook away! Look away! Look away! Dixieland.<\/p>\n

In Dixieland where I was born in,
\nEarly on one frosty morning';
\nLook away! Look away! Look away! Dixieland.<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/p>\n

Then I wish I was in Dixie, hooray! Hooray!
\nIn Dixieland I'll take my stand to live and die in Dixie;
\nAway, away, away down south in Dixie. [Repeat.]<\/p>\n

There's buckwheat cakes and Indian batter
\nMakes you fat, but that don't matter;
\nLook away! Look away! Look away! Dixieland.<\/p>\n

Then hoe it down and scratch your grabble,
\nTo Dixieland I'm bound to travel,<\/p>\n

<\/a>Down in the Valley<\/h1>\n

Down in the valley, the valley so low,
\nHang your head over, hear the winds blow.
\nHear the winds blow, dear, hear the winds blow.
\nHang your head over, hear the winds blow.<\/p>\n

Down in the valley, walking between,
\nTelling our story, here's what it means.
\nHere's what it means, dear, here's what it means,
\nTelling our story, here's what it means.<\/p>\n

Roses love sunshine, violets love dew,
\nAngels in heaven know I love you;
\nKnow I love you, dear, know I love you,
\nAngels in heaven know I love you.<\/p>\n

Build me a castle forty feet high,
\nSo I can see him as he rides by;
\nAs he rides by, dear, as he rides by,
\nSo I can see him as he rides by.<\/p>\n

Writing this letter, containing three lines,
\nAnswer my question, \"Will you be mine?\"
\n\"Will you be mine, dear, will you be mine,\"
\nAnswer my question, \"Will you be mine?\"<\/p>\n

If you don't love me, love whom you please,
\nThrow your arms round me, give my heart ease.
\nGive my heart ease, dear, give my heart ease,
\nThrow your arms round me, give my heart ease.<\/p>\n

Throw your arms round me, before it's too late;
\nThrow your arms round me, feel my heart break.
\nFeel my heart break, dear, feel my heart break.
\nThrow your arms round me, feel my heart break.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>The Erie Canal<\/h1>\n

I've got a mule, her name is Sal,
\nFifteen miles on the Erie Canal.<\/p>\n

She's a good ol' worker and a good ol' pal,
\nFifteen miles on the Erie Canal.<\/p>\n

We've hauled some barges inour day,
\nFilled with lumber, coal, and hay,
\nAnd now we know ev'ry inch of the way
\nFrom Albany to Buffalo.<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

Low bridge, ev'rybody down!
\nLow bridge, for we're comin' to a town!
\nAnd you'll always know your neighbor,
\nYou'll always know your pal,
\nif you've ever naviagted on the Erie Canal.<\/p>\n

We better get on our way, old pal,
\nFiften miles on the Erie Canal.<\/p>\n

'Cause you bet your life I'd never part with Sal,
\nFifteen miles on the Erie Canal.<\/p>\n

Get up there mule, here comes a lock,
\nWe'll make Rome 'bout six o'clock,
\nOne more trip and back we'll go,
\nRight back home to Buffalo.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Handcart Song<\/h1>\n

Ye Saints who dwell on Europe's shore,
\nPrepare yourself for many more<\/p>\n

To leave behind your native land,
\nFor sure God's judgements are at hand.<\/p>\n

For you must cross the raging main
\nBefore the promised land you gain,
\nAnd with the faithful make a start
\nTo cross the plains with your handcart.<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

For some must push and some must pull
\nAs we go marching up the hill;
\nSo merrily on the way we go
\nUntil we reach the valley-o!<\/p>\n

And long befor the valley the valley's gained,
\nWe will be met upon the plains
\nWith music sweet and friens so dear
\nAnd fresh supplies our heart to cheer.<\/p>\n

And then with music and with song,
\nHow cheerfully we'll march along
\nAnd thank the day we made a start
\nTo cross the plains with our handcart.<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Happy Wanderer<\/h1>\n

I love to go a-wandering
\nalong the mountain track,
\nAnd as I go,
\nI love to sing
\nMy knapsack on my back.<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/p>\n

Valdaree, valdarah, valdaree,
\nValdarah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
\nValdaree, valdarah
\nMy knapsack on my back.<\/p>\n

I love to wander by the stream
\nthat dances in the sun
\nso joyously
\nit calls to me<\/p>\n

\"Come join my happy song.\"
\nI tip my hat to all I meet,
\nand they wave back to me<\/p>\n

The blackbird call
\nso load and sweet
\nfrom every greenwood tree.<\/p>\n

High overhead the Skylark wings.
\nHe never stays at home.
\nAnd just like me,
\nhe loves to sing
\nas over the world he roams.<\/p>\n

Oh may I go a-wandering
\nuntil the day I die.
\nOh may I always
\nlaugh and sing
\nbeneath God's clear blue sky.<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Hot Time In the Old Town Tonight<\/h1>\n

Late last night when we were all in bed,
\nMrs. O'Leary left her lantern in the shed.<\/p>\n

Well, the cow kicked it over, and this is what they said:
\n\"There'll be a hot time in the old town tonight!\"<\/p>\n

When you hear those bells go ding-a-ling,
\nAll join 'round and sweetly you must sing.
\nAnd when the verse is through, in the chorus all join in:
\n\"There'll be a hot time in the old town tonight!\"<\/p>\n

For dramatic effect, shout out \"FIRE, FIRE, FIRE\" at the end of the first verse.<\/p>\n

Silly variant:<\/p>\n

Ten nights dark when bed we all were in,
\nOld Leary lady hung the shed her lantern in,
\nAnd when the kick cowed it over, she eyed her wink and said
\n\"There'll be town hot in the time old tonight!\"<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Johnnie Verbeck<\/h1>\n

There was a Dutch-man,
\nhis name was John-nie Ver-beck.
\nHe was a dealer in sausages and sauerkraut and spec.
\nHe makes the finest sausages that ever you did see.
\nBut one day he invented a wonderful sausage machine.<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/p>\n

Oh, Mister Johnnie Verbeck,
\nHow could you be so mean?
\nI told you you'd be sorry for inventing that machine.
\nAll the neighbors cats and dogs
\nWill never more be seen,
\nFor they'll be ground to sausage meat
\nIn Johnnie Verbeck's machine.<\/p>\n

One day a little fat boy came a walking in the store
\nHe brought a pound of sausage and piled them on the floor.
\nThe boy began to whistle and he whistled up a tune.
\nAnd all the sausages went a dancing 'round the room.<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/p>\n

One day the machine got busted the blamed thing wouldn't go.
\nSo Johnnie Verbeck, he climbed inside to see what made it so.
\nHis wife, she had a nightmare and walking in her sleep
\nShe gave the crank an awful yank and Johnnie Verbeck was meat.<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Land of Oden<\/h1>\n

In the land of Oden,
\nthere lies a mountain,
\nTen thousand miles, in the air
\nFrom edge to edge
\nThis mountain measures,
\nTen thousand miles square<\/p>\n

A little bird comes a winging
\nOnce every thousand years or so
\nSharpens its beak on teh mountain
\nAnd then he swiftly flies away
\nAnd when this mountain
\nhas worn away
\nthat in eternity will be<\/p>\n

But one single day.
\nIn the land of Oden,
\nThere lies a mountain
\nTen thousand miles in the air
\nIn the air
\nIn the air.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>The Mermaid<\/h1>\n

'Twas Friday Morn When we set sail,<\/p>\n

and our ship wasn't far from the land.<\/p>\n

When our captain spied a pretty mermaid,<\/p>\n

with a comb and a glass in her hand.<\/p>\n

CHORUS: Oh, the ocean waves may roll<\/p>\n

and the stormy winds may blow<\/p>\n

But we poor sailors go skipping to the top<\/p>\n

While the landlubbers lie down below, below, below<\/p>\n

While the landlubbers lie down below, below.<\/p>\n

Then up spoke the captain of our gallant ship,<\/p>\n

and a fine old man was he.<\/p>\n

\"This fishy mermaid has warned us of our doom,<\/p>\n

we shall sink to the bottom of the sea.\"<\/p>\n

chorus<\/p>\n

Then up spoke the mate of our gallant ship<\/p>\n

and a well spoken man was he.<\/p>\n

\"I've married me a wife in old Salem Town,<\/p>\n

and tonight a widow she'll be.\"<\/p>\n

chorus<\/p>\n

Then up spoke the cook of our gallant ship,<\/p>\n

and a red hot cook was he.<\/p>\n

\"I care more for my pots and my pans,<\/p>\n

than I do for the bottom of the sea.\"<\/p>\n

chorus<\/p>\n

Then up spoke the figurehead of our gallant ship<\/p>\n

and a well carved figure was she.<\/p>\n

\"I'd rather be a figurehead of this gallant ship<\/p>\n

than a log at the bottom of the sea.\"<\/p>\n

chorus<\/p>\n

Then up spoke the cabin boy of our gallant ship<\/p>\n

and a dirty little rat was he.<\/p>\n

\"There's nary a soul in old salem town,<\/p>\n

who gives a lick 'bout me.\"<\/p>\n

chorus<\/p>\n

Then three times around went our gallant ship,<\/p>\n

Then three times around went she.<\/p>\n

Then three times around went our gallant ship,<\/p>\n

and she sank to the bottom of the sea.<\/p>\n

chorus<\/p>\n

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<\/a>... Mighty Fine.... . . Scout Camp<\/h1>\n

The busses that you ride in, they say are mightly fine,<\/p>\n

But when they turn a corner, they leave the wheels behind.<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/p>\n

Oh, I don't want no more of Delmont Life..<\/p>\n

Gee, Mom, I want to go, but they won't let me go;<\/p>\n

Gee, Mom, I want to go home.<\/p>\n

The leaders that they have here, they say are mighty fine,<\/p>\n

But when you get up closer, they look like frankenstein.<\/p>\n

The first aid that they give you, they say is mighty fine,<\/p>\n

But if you cut your finger, you're left with only nine.<\/p>\n

The water that they have here they say is mighty fine,<\/p>\n

But when you try to drink it, it tastes like turpentine.<\/p>\n

The biscuits that they serve you, they say are mighty fine<\/p>\n

But one rolled off the table and killed a friend of mine<\/p>\n

The spagetti that they serve you, they say is mighty fine<\/p>\n

They rinse it the toilet and drain it on the line\/<\/p>\n

The cocoa that they serve you, they say is mighty fine<\/p>\n

It's good for cuts and bruises and tastes like iodine.<\/p>\n

The tents\/cabins that you sleep in, they say are mighty fine<\/p>\n

But whoever said this has never slept in mine.<\/p>\n

The toilets that they have here are the best that they can get<\/p>\n

Last night my tent mate had to go, they haven't found him\/her yet.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>The Scout Who Never Returned<\/h1>\n

[Tune: Charlie On The MTA]<\/p>\n

Let me tell you of a story of a Scout named . . . ,<\/p>\n

On that tragic and fateful day;<\/p>\n

Put his\/her Scout knife in his\/her pocket;<\/p>\n

Kissed his\/her dog and family;<\/p>\n

When to hike in the woods far away.<\/p>\n

Well, did he\/she ever return?<\/p>\n

No, he\/she never returned.<\/p>\n

And his\/her fate is still unlearned:<\/p>\n

He\/she may roam forever in the woods and mountains,<\/p>\n

He\/she's the Scout who never returned.<\/p>\n

Now you citizens of [town name],<\/p>\n

Don't you think it's a scandle<\/p>\n

How ol' [Scout's name] got lost that day?<\/p>\n

Take the right equipment; TAKE ALONG A BUDDY,<\/p>\n

When you hike in the hills that way.<\/p>\n

Or else you'll never return,<\/p>\n

No, you'll never return.<\/p>\n

And your fate will be unlearned: (just like [Scout's name])<\/p>\n

You may roam forever in the woods and mountains,<\/p>\n

Like the Scout who never returned.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Our Paddles Keen and Bright<\/h1>\n

Our paddles keen and bright, flashing like silver,<\/p>\n

Swift as the wild goose flies, dip, dip, and swing.<\/p>\n

Dip, dip, and swing them back, flashing like silver,<\/p>\n

Swift as the wild goose flies, dip, dip, and swing.<\/p>\n

Sing two or three times through, with voices becoming louder<\/p>\n

and then softer-as though canoes were first approaching and then<\/p>\n

moving away. [Also may be sung as a round.]<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Red River Valley<\/h1>\n

From this valley they say you are going,<\/p>\n

We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile,<\/p>\n

For they say you are taking the sunshine<\/p>\n

Which has brightened our pathways a while.<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/p>\n

Come and sit by my side if you love me;<\/p>\n

Do not hasten to bid me adieu,<\/p>\n

But remember the Red River Valley,<\/p>\n

And the girl that has loved you so true.<\/p>\n

I've been thinking a long time, my darling,<\/p>\n

Of the sweet words you never would say,<\/p>\n

Now, alas, must my fond hopes all vanish?<\/p>\n

For they say you are going away.<\/p>\n

Won't you think of the valley you're leaving,<\/p>\n

Oh, how lonely and sad it will be,<\/p>\n

Just think of the fond heart you're breaking,<\/p>\n

And the grief you are causing to me.<\/p>\n

From this valley they say you are going,<\/p>\n

When you go, may your darling go too?<\/p>\n

Would you leave her behind unprotected,<\/p>\n

When she loves no one other than you.<\/p>\n

As you go to your home by the ocean,<\/p>\n

May you never forget those sweet hours,<\/p>\n

That we spent in the Red River Valley,<\/p>\n

And the love we exchanged 'mid the flowers.<\/p>\n

I have promised you, darling, that never<\/p>\n

Will a word from my lips cause you pain,<\/p>\n

And my life, it will be yours forever,<\/p>\n

If you only will love me again.<\/p>\n

They will bury me where you have wandered,<\/p>\n

Near the hills where the daffodils grow,<\/p>\n

When you're gone from the Red River valley,<\/p>\n

For I can't live without you I know.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Shenandoah<\/h1>\n

Oh Shenandoah, I long to see you,<\/p>\n

Far away you rolling river,<\/p>\n

Oh Shenandoah, I long to see you,<\/p>\n

Away, we're bound away across the wide Missouri.<\/p>\n

I long to see your smiling valley, . . .<\/p>\n

'Tis seven long years since last I saw thee, . . .<\/p>\n

<\/a>On Top of Old Smoky<\/h1>\n

On top of old Smoky, all covered with snow,<\/p>\n

I lost my true lover from courting too slow.<\/p>\n

Now, courting is pleasure and parting is grief,<\/p>\n

And a false-hearted lover is worse than a thief.<\/p>\n

For a thief will just rob you and take what you have,<\/p>\n

But a false-hearted lover will lead you to the grave.<\/p>\n

And the grave will decay you and turn you to dust;<\/p>\n

Not one boy in a hundred a poor girl can trust.<\/p>\n

They'll hug you and kiss you and tell you more lies,<\/p>\n

Than cross ties on a railroad or stars in the skies.<\/p>\n

So, come all you young maidens and listen to me,<\/p>\n

Never place your affection on a green willow tree.<\/p>\n

For the leaves they will whither, and the roots they will die,<\/p>\n

You'll all be forsaken and never know why.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Oh! Susanna<\/h1>\n

I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee,<\/p>\n

I'm going to Louisiana, my true love for to see.<\/p>\n

It rained all night the day I left, the weather it was dry<\/p>\n

The sun so hot I froze to death, Susanna, don't you cry.<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/p>\n

Oh! Susanna, Oh don't you cry for me,<\/p>\n

For I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee.<\/p>\n

I had a dream the other night, when everything was still;<\/p>\n

I thought I saw Susanna dear, a coming down the hill.<\/p>\n

A buckwheat cake was in her mouth, a tear was in her eye,<\/p>\n

Says I, I'm coming from the south, Susanna, don't you cry.<\/p>\n

I soon will be in New Orleans, and then I'll look around,<\/p>\n

And when I find Susanna, I'll fall upon the ground.<\/p>\n

But if I do not find her, then I will surely die,<\/p>\n

And when I'm dead and buried, Oh, Susanna, don't you cry.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>All Together Again<\/h1>\n

We're all together again, we're here, we're here,<\/p>\n

We're all together again, we're here, we're here.<\/p>\n

And who knows when, we'll be all together again?<\/p>\n

Singing all together again, we're here!<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Philmont Hymn<\/h1>\n

Silver on the sage, Wind in whispering pines,<\/p>\n

Starlit skies above, Eagles soaring high,<\/p>\n

Aspen covered hills, Purple mountains rise,<\/p>\n

Country that I love. Against an azure sky.<\/p>\n

Philmont Here's thee, Philmont here's to the,<\/p>\n

Scouting Paradise, Scouting Paradise,<\/p>\n

Out in God's country, tonight Out in God's country Tonight.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Scout Vespers<\/h1>\n

Softly falls the light of day,<\/p>\n

While our campfires fade away.<\/p>\n

Silently each Scout should ask:<\/p>\n

Have I done my daily task?<\/p>\n

Have I kept my honor bright?<\/p>\n

Can I guiltless sleep tonight?<\/p>\n

Have I done and have I dared,<\/p>\n

Everything to be prepared?<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Boy Scouts of America<\/h1>\n

We're the Boy Scouts of America<\/p>\n

Scouting for things anew.<\/p>\n

Our activities lead to victories<\/p>\n

in all we set out to do.<\/p>\n

We're the Boy Scouts of America,<\/p>\n

We plan hand in hand each day<\/p>\n

To do better than need be done<\/p>\n

till all our goals are won<\/p>\n

champs with a winning way.<\/p>\n

We're loyal tto purpose and integrity<\/p>\n

Pledged to the Scout Oath eternally.<\/p>\n

With verve and conviction we sing our song<\/p>\n

to keep America strong.<\/p>\n

We're the Boy Scouts of America<\/p>\n

and this we have to say<\/p>\n

Join us and we'll stand beside you,<\/p>\n

beside you all the way.<\/p>\n

The Boy Scouts of America<\/p>\n

will stand beside you all the way.<\/p>\n

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PATRIOTIC SONGS<\/h1>\n

<\/a>\u00a0(American) National Anthem<\/h1>\n

The Star-Spangled Banner<\/p>\n

- Francis Scott Key<\/p>\n

Oh, say can you see, by the dawn's early light,<\/p>\n

What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?<\/p>\n

Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight,<\/p>\n

O'er the ramparts we watched were so galantly streaming?<\/p>\n

And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,<\/p>\n

Gave proof through night that our flag was still there.<\/p>\n

Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave,<\/p>\n

O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!<\/p>\n

On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep,<\/p>\n

Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,<\/p>\n

What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,<\/p>\n

As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?<\/p>\n

Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,<\/p>\n

In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream:<\/p>\n

'Tis the star-spangled banner; oh, long may it wave,<\/p>\n

O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!<\/p>\n

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore,<\/p>\n

That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,<\/p>\n

A home and a country shall leave us no more?<\/p>\n

Their blood has washed out their foul footstep's pollution.<\/p>\n

No refuge could save the hireling and slave,<\/p>\n

From the terrors of flight or the gloom of the grave:<\/p>\n

And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave,<\/p>\n

O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.<\/p>\n

Oh, thus be it ever when freemen shall stand,<\/p>\n

Between their loved ones and wild war's desolation,<\/p>\n

Blest with victr'y and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land,<\/p>\n

Praise the pow'r that hath made and preserved us a nation.<\/p>\n

Then conquer we must when our cause it is just,<\/p>\n

And this be our motto: \"In God is our trust!\"<\/p>\n

And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave,<\/p>\n

O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!<\/p>\n

Francis Scott Key was an lawyer in Washington D.C. at the time of the War of 1812. He received permission
\nfrom President James Madison to ask the British to release his friend, Dr. William Beanes, who had been taken<\/p>\n

prisoner. On September 13, 1814, Key was rowed out to a British ship in Baltimore Harbor to secure the release.<\/p>\n

The request was granted, but Key was detained on- board overnight as a precaution against his warning the<\/p>\n

garrison of Fort McHenry of the attack the British were about to make.<\/p>\n

During the night, Key witnessed the attack from the deck of the British ship. The hours passed slowly as he<\/p>\n

anxiously waited for dawn. When the sun finally rose, the sky was gray with low- hung clouds and patches of<\/p>\n

mist. But as the day grew brighter, Key was able to make out the enormous American Flag9 still flying over the<\/p>\n

fort, showing that it had not surrendered. Key's exhilaration at the sight began to take poetic shape; using the<\/p>\n

back of a letter he pulled from his pocket, he jotted down a few lines and phrases.<\/p>\n

When the British withdrew and the Americans had returned to Baltimore, Key added to his lines and entitled<\/p>\n

the poem \"The Defense of Fort McHenry\". Shortly afterward he conceived of it being sung to a popular tune of<\/p>\n

the period, called \"To Anacreon From Heaven\"; this was the tune we know today as \"The Star Spangled<\/p>\n

Banner\".<\/p>\n

The song immediately caught on in Baltimore; the Fort McHenry garrison adopted it, and the local newspapers<\/p>\n

published it. As rest of the nation began to realize the significance of the events at Fort McHenry, people in<\/p>\n

other cities began putting Francis Scott Key's words to the tune.<\/p>\n

Contenders for the status of national anthem included such rivals as \"Columbia the Gem of the Ocean\". \"The<\/p>\n

Star Spangled Banner\" eventually prevailed and was made the official national anthem of the United States by<\/p>\n

an Act of Congress in 1931.<\/p>\n

The flag that flew over Fort McHenry was originally 42 feet long. Each stripe was nearly two feet wide, and the<\/p>\n

five-pointed stars were two feet from point to point. Tattered and marred by relic-seekers, it is now preserved at<\/p>\n

the Smithsonian Museum of History and Technology in Washington, D.C.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>This Land is Your Land<\/h1>\n

Chorus<\/p>\n

This land in your land, this land is my land,<\/p>\n

From California, to the New York Island,<\/p>\n

From the redwood forests to the Gulf Stream waters,<\/p>\n

This land was made for you and me.<\/p>\n

As I was walking, that ribbon of highway,<\/p>\n

I saw above me that endless skyway,<\/p>\n

I saw below me that golden valley,<\/p>\n

This land was made for you and me.<\/p>\n

I've roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps,<\/p>\n

To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts,<\/p>\n

And all around me a voice was sounding,<\/p>\n

This land was made for you and me.<\/p>\n

I followed your low hills and I followed your cliff rims,<\/p>\n

Your marble canyons and sunny bright waters,<\/p>\n

This voice came calling, as the fog was lifting,<\/p>\n

This land was made for you and me.<\/p>\n

As the sun was shining and I was strolling,<\/p>\n

Through the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling,<\/p>\n

I could feel inside me and see all 'round me<\/p>\n

This land was made for you and me.<\/p>\n

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BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC TUNES<\/h1>\n

<\/a>Battle Hymn of the Republic<\/h1>\n

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord,<\/p>\n

He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;<\/p>\n

He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword,<\/p>\n

His truth is marching on.<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/p>\n

Glory, glory hallelujah!<\/p>\n

Glory, glory hallelujah!<\/p>\n

Glory, glory hallelujah,<\/p>\n

His truth is marching on.<\/p>\n

I have seen Him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps;<\/p>\n

They have builded Him an alter in the evening dews and damps;<\/p>\n

I can read his righteous message by their dim and flaring lamps;<\/p>\n

His day is marching on.<\/p>\n

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;<\/p>\n

He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat;<\/p>\n

Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him, be jubilant, my feet!<\/p>\n

Our God is marching on.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>The Weekend<\/h1>\n

[Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic]<\/p>\n

I have seen the sky in darkness, I have seen it in the sun,<\/p>\n

I have felt the rain upon me, I've enjoyed the snowy fun.<\/p>\n

When the weather isn't cloudy or the wind it doesn't blow.<\/p>\n

It isn't only raining, it's the weekend too, you know.<\/p>\n

Glory, glory, it's the weekend! [Repeat.]<\/p>\n

I can tell because it's raining and it's 42 below,<\/p>\n

As we Scouts go marching on.<\/p>\n

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INSPIRATIONAL SONGS<\/h1>\n

<\/a>All Night, All Day<\/h1>\n

All night, all day, (O Lordy)<\/p>\n

Angels watching over me, my Lord.<\/p>\n

All night, all day,<\/p>\n

Angels watching over me.<\/p>\n

1. Now I lay me down to sleep.<\/p>\n

Angels watching over me, my Lord.<\/p>\n

Pray the Lord my soul to keep.<\/p>\n

Angels watching over me.<\/p>\n

2. If I die before I wake<\/p>\n

Angels watching over me, my Lord.<\/p>\n

Pray the Lord my soul to take.<\/p>\n

Angels watching over me.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>For the Beauty of the Earth<\/h1>\n

For the beauty of the earth,<\/p>\n

For the glory of the skies,<\/p>\n

For the love from which our birth,<\/p>\n

Over and around us lies;<\/p>\n

Lord of all, to Thee we raise<\/p>\n

This hymn of grateful praise.<\/p>\n

For the wonder of each hour<\/p>\n

Of the day and of the night,<\/p>\n

Hill and vale, and tree and flow'r,<\/p>\n

Sun and moon, and stars of light;<\/p>\n

Lord of all, to Thee we raise<\/p>\n

This hymn of grateful praise.<\/p>\n

For the joy of human love,<\/p>\n

Brother, sister, parent, child,<\/p>\n

Friends on earth and friends above,<\/p>\n

For all gentle thoughts and mild;<\/p>\n

Lord of all, to Thee we raise<\/p>\n

This hymn of grateful praise.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Green Trees Around You<\/h1>\n

Green trees around you, blue skies above;<\/p>\n

Friends all about you in a world filled with love.<\/p>\n

Taps sounding softly, hearts beating true,<\/p>\n

As Girl Scouts sing Good Night to you.<\/p>\n

(then you sing Taps)<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Jimmy Brown<\/h1>\n

Run and jump and skip and fall<\/p>\n

You think you're tall<\/p>\n

But you're so small<\/p>\n

Mama calls for supper<\/p>\n

No more play<\/p>\n

Soon comes tomorow<\/p>\n

There'll be another day<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

Singin Hey la de da<\/p>\n

Oh lah de de<\/p>\n

Oh de ow don do and<\/p>\n

ali axen free oh<\/p>\n

I can run faster than Jimmy Brown<\/p>\n

I'm the king of the mountain and<\/p>\n

You'll never get me down.<\/p>\n

Up bright and early got a lot to do.<\/p>\n

Gonna build a castle and go to teh zoo<\/p>\n

And visit mother goose<\/p>\n

In story book land<\/p>\n

Why does mommy hold my hand?<\/p>\n

(chorus)<\/p>\n

I'm pretty old now,<\/p>\n

five and a half<\/p>\n

Bonna be like daddy<\/p>\n

and never laugh<\/p>\n

Cuase when you're old<\/p>\n

You gotta be strong<\/p>\n

You're not a child<\/p>\n

for very long<\/p>\n

(chorus)<\/p>\n

I'm full grown now<\/p>\n

On my own<\/p>\n

Oh how I wish<\/p>\n

I could go back home<\/p>\n

And play all day<\/p>\n

With my old friends<\/p>\n

Why does childhood<\/p>\n

Have to end?<\/p>\n

(chorus)<\/p>\n

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REVERENT SONGS<\/h1>\n

<\/a>Amazing Grace<\/h1>\n

Amazing grace! how sweet the sound,<\/p>\n

That saved a wretch like me!<\/p>\n

I once was lost, but now am found,<\/p>\n

Was blind but now I see.<\/p>\n

Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,<\/p>\n

And grace my fears relieved;<\/p>\n

How precious did that grace appear<\/p>\n

The hour I first believed.<\/p>\n

Through many dangers, toils and snares, I have already come;<\/p>\n

Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far, and grace will lead<\/p>\n

me home.<\/p>\n

When we've been there ten thousand years, bright shining as the sun,<\/p>\n

We've no less days to sing God's Praise, than when we first<\/p>\n

begun.<\/p>\n

Amazing grace has set me free,<\/p>\n

To touch, to taste, to feel;<\/p>\n

The wonders of accepting love,<\/p>\n

Have made me whole and real.<\/p>\n

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

Chorus<\/p>\n

Swing low, sweet chariot, comin' for to carry me home;<\/p>\n

Swing low, sweet chariot, comin' for to carry me home.<\/p>\n

I looked over Jordan, and what did I see,<\/p>\n

Comin' for to carry me home;<\/p>\n

A band of angels coming after me,<\/p>\n

Comin' for to carry me home.<\/p>\n

If you get to heaven before I do,<\/p>\n

Comin' for to carry me home;<\/p>\n

Just tell all my friends that I'm a coming too,<\/p>\n

Comin' for to carry me home.<\/p>\n

I'm sometimes up and sometimes down,<\/p>\n

Comin' for to carry me home;<\/p>\n

But still my soul feels heavenly bound,<\/p>\n

Comin' for to carry me home.<\/p>\n

I've never been to heaven, but I've been told,<\/p>\n

Comin' for to carry me home;<\/p>\n

That the streets in heaven are paved with gold,<\/p>\n

Comin' for to carry me home.<\/p>\n

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\u00a0SILLY SONGS<\/h1>\n

<\/a>It Aint Gonna Rain No More<\/h1>\n

Chorus<\/p>\n

It aint gonna rain no more no more,<\/p>\n

It aint gonna rain no more.<\/p>\n

How in the heck can I wash my neck,<\/p>\n

If it aint gonna rain nor more.<\/p>\n

A man laid down by the sewer,<\/p>\n

And by the sewer he died.<\/p>\n

And at the coroner's inquest,<\/p>\n

They called it sewerside.<\/p>\n

Oh.. Chorus<\/p>\n

Frog sitting on a lilly pad,<\/p>\n

Lookin up in the sky,<\/p>\n

Lilly pad broke and the frog fell in,<\/p>\n

Got water in his eye.<\/p>\n

Oh.. Chorus<\/p>\n

Peanut sitting on the railroad track,<\/p>\n

Little heart a flutter.<\/p>\n

Along came the 9:01<\/p>\n

Toot toot, peanut butter.<\/p>\n

Oh.. Chorus<\/p>\n

Lulu had a steamboat,<\/p>\n

The steamboat had a bell,<\/p>\n

Lulu went to heaven,<\/p>\n

and the steamboat went toot, toot.<\/p>\n

Oh.. Chorus<\/p>\n

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<\/a>America the Ugly<\/h1>\n

- George Carlin<\/p>\n

Oh beautiful for smoggy skies - insecticided grain<\/p>\n

For stripminined mountains magesties, above the asphalt<\/p>\n

plains.<\/p>\n

America, America! Man sheds his waste on thee,<\/p>\n

And hides the pines with billboard signs from sea to oily<\/p>\n

sea.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>The Ants Go Marchine<\/h1>\n

The ants go marching one by one,<\/p>\n

hoo-rah, hoo-rah,<\/p>\n

the ants go marchien one by one,<\/p>\n

hoo-rah, hoo-rah,<\/p>\n

the ants go marchine one bby one,<\/p>\n

the little one stops to suck his thumb,<\/p>\n

and they all go marchine<\/p>\n

down into the ground to get out of the rain.<\/p>\n

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.<\/p>\n

The little one stops to tie his shoe.<\/p>\n

The little one stops to climb a tree.<\/p>\n

The little one stops to open a door.<\/p>\n

The little one stopos to do a jive.<\/p>\n

The little one stops to pick up sticks.<\/p>\n

The little one stops to look at heaven.<\/p>\n

The little on stops to open a gate.<\/p>\n

The little one stops to pick upa dime.<\/p>\n

The little one stops to say \"this is the end\"<\/p>\n

or the little on stops to start again.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Noble Captain Kirk<\/h1>\n

[Tune: Grand Old Duke of York]<\/p>\n

The noble Captain Kirk, he had 500 men.<\/p>\n

He beamed them up to the Enterprize,<\/p>\n

And he beamed down again.<\/p>\n

And when they're up, they're up,<\/p>\n

And when they're down, they're down,<\/p>\n

And when they're only halfway up,<\/p>\n

They're nowhere to be found.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>All God's Critters<\/h1>\n

- Bill Staines<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

All God's critters got a place in the choir,<\/p>\n

Some sing low and some sing higher,<\/p>\n

Some sing out loud on the telephone wire,<\/p>\n

And some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they got<\/p>\n

now.<\/p>\n

Listen to the bass, it's the one on the bottom,<\/p>\n

Where the bullfrog croaks and hippopotamus<\/p>\n

Moans and groans with a big to-do,<\/p>\n

The old cow just goes \"moo.\"<\/p>\n

The dogs and the cats, they take up the middle,<\/p>\n

The honey bee hums and crickets fiddle,<\/p>\n

The donkey brays and pony neighs,<\/p>\n

And the old coyote howls.<\/p>\n

Listen to the top where the little birds sing,<\/p>\n

On the melody where the high notes ring,<\/p>\n

The hoot owl hollers over everything,<\/p>\n

And the jay bird disagrees.<\/p>\n

Singing in the night time, singing in the day,<\/p>\n

The little duck quacks and is on his way.<\/p>\n

The possum ain't got much to say,<\/p>\n

And the porcupine talks to himself.<\/p>\n

It's a simple song of living sung everywhere,<\/p>\n

By the ox and fox and grizzly bear,<\/p>\n

The grumpy alligator and the hawk above,<\/p>\n

The sly racoon and the morning dove.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Flee Fly<\/h1>\n

1. Fee<\/p>\n

2. Fee Fly<\/p>\n

3. Fee Fly Flow<\/p>\n

4. Kum a lotta, kum a lotta, kum a lotta vee stay.<\/p>\n

5. Oh no, no not the vee stay.<\/p>\n

6. Hex a meeny hex a meeny oh walla walla meeny<\/p>\n

Des a meeny hex a meeny oh walla wa<\/p>\n

7. Be Billy Oaten scoten bo bo be de dooten<\/p>\n

Bo bo be de dotten<\/p>\n

Bo Bo be de dotten<\/p>\n

Shhhhh.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Michael Finnegan<\/h1>\n

There was an old man named Michael Finnegan,<\/p>\n

He had whiskers on his chinegan,<\/p>\n

Along came the wind and blew them in again,<\/p>\n

Poor old Michael Finnegan.<\/p>\n

Begin again.<\/p>\n

There was an old man named Michael Finnegan,<\/p>\n

He kicked up an awful dinnegan,<\/p>\n

Because they said he must not sing again,<\/p>\n

Poor old Michael Finnegan.<\/p>\n

Begin again.<\/p>\n

There was an old man named Michael Finnegan,<\/p>\n

He went fishing with a pinnegan,<\/p>\n

Caught a fish and dropped it in again,<\/p>\n

Poor old Michael Finnegan.<\/p>\n

Begin again.<\/p>\n

There was an old man anmed Michael Finnegan,<\/p>\n

He grew fat and then grew thin again,<\/p>\n

Then he died and had to begin again,<\/p>\n

Poor old Michael Finnegan.<\/p>\n

Begin again.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Oh, How I Hate to Get up in The Morning<\/h1>\n

Oh, how I hate to get up in the morning.<\/p>\n

Oh, how I'd love to remain in bed.<\/p>\n

For the hardest part of all,<\/p>\n

Is to hear the bugler call;<\/p>\n

You've got to get up,<\/p>\n

You've got to get up,<\/p>\n

You've got to get up in this morning.<\/p>\n

Someday I'm going to murder the bugler,<\/p>\n

Someday they're going to find him dead,<\/p>\n

I'll amputate his reveille<\/p>\n

and step upon it heavily,<\/p>\n

And spend the rest of my life in bed.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Linger<\/h1>\n

(hmm) I want to linger<\/p>\n

(hmm) a little longer<\/p>\n

(hmm) a little longer here with you.<\/p>\n

(hmm) It's such a perfect night,<\/p>\n

(hmm) It doesn't seem quite right<\/p>\n

(hmm) That this should be my last with you.<\/p>\n

(hmm) And in September<\/p>\n

(hmm) I will remember<\/p>\n

(hmm) My camping days and friendships true.<\/p>\n

(hmm) And as the years go by<\/p>\n

(hmm) I'll think of you and sigh,<\/p>\n

(hmm) This is goodnight and not goodbye.<\/p>\n

(hmm) I want to linger<\/p>\n

(hmm) a little longer<\/p>\n

(hmm) a little longer here with you.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>I Met a Bear<\/h1>\n

[Tune: Sipping Cider Through a Straw]<\/p>\n

The other day, I met a bear,<\/p>\n

Out in the woods, away out there. [Point.]<\/p>\n

He looked at me, I looked at him,<\/p>\n

He sized up me, I sized up him.<\/p>\n

He says to me, \"Why don't you run?\"<\/p>\n

\"'Cause I can see, you have no gun.\"<\/p>\n

I says to him, \"That's a good idea.\"<\/p>\n

\"Now legs get going, get me out of here!\"<\/p>\n

I began to run, away from there,<\/p>\n

But right behind me was that bear.<\/p>\n

And on the path ahead of me,<\/p>\n

I saw a tree, Oh glory be.<\/p>\n

The lowest branch was ten feet up,<\/p>\n

I'd have to jump and trust to luck.<\/p>\n

And so I jumped into the air,<\/p>\n

But I missed that branch away up there.<\/p>\n

Now don't you fret, and don't you frown,<\/p>\n

I caught that branch on the way back down.<\/p>\n

That's all there is, there ain't no more,<\/p>\n

Unless I met that bear once more.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>The Littlest Worm<\/h1>\n

Tune: Sipping Cider Through a Straw<\/p>\n

The littlest worm, the littlest worm (echo, you remember)<\/p>\n

I ever saw (echo)<\/p>\n

Was stuck inside (echo)<\/p>\n

My soda straw (echo, etc)<\/p>\n

(all together)<\/p>\n

The littlest worm I ever saw, was stuck inside my soda straw.<\/p>\n

He said to me<\/p>\n

don't take a sip<\/p>\n

for it you do<\/p>\n

I surly slip<\/p>\n

He said to me don't take a sip, for if you do I surely slip.<\/p>\n

I took a sip<\/p>\n

and he went down<\/p>\n

right through my pipes<\/p>\n

he must of drown<\/p>\n

I took a sip and he went down, right through my pipes he must of drown.<\/p>\n

I coughed him up<\/p>\n

and he was dead<\/p>\n

I buried him<\/p>\n

in my counselors bed (or insert a name for counselors)<\/p>\n

I coughed him up and he was dead, I buried him in my counselors bed<\/p>\n

He was my pal<\/p>\n

he was my friend<\/p>\n

but now he's gone<\/p>\n

and thats the end<\/p>\n

He was my pal, he was my friend, but now he's gone and thats the end<\/p>\n

That is the end<\/p>\n

there is no more<\/p>\n

until I meet<\/p>\n

that worm once more.<\/p>\n

That is the end, there is no more, until I meet that worm once more.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Keemo Kyemo<\/h1>\n

There was an old frog band he lived ina spring,<\/p>\n

Sing-song kitty catch-ee kye-nne-oh.<\/p>\n

He was so hoarse he couldn't sing,<\/p>\n

Sing-song kitty catch-ee kye-nne-oh.<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

Keemo kyemo dellway Hiho Rumpetee rump<\/p>\n

Periwinkle soap Linkhorn nip cat<\/p>\n

Hit'em with a brickbat,<\/p>\n

Sing-song kitty catch-ee kye-nne-oh.<\/p>\n

Cheese in thye springhouse nine days old,<\/p>\n

Sing-song kitty catch-ee kye-nne-oh.<\/p>\n

Rats and skippers qwful bold,<\/p>\n

Sing-song kitty catch-ee kye-nne-oh.<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

There was a man and he was rich,<\/p>\n

Sing-song kitty catch-ee kye-nne-oh.<\/p>\n

He got a rash and began to ictch,<\/p>\n

Sing-song kitty catch-ee kye-nne-oh.<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

Rose are red, violets are blue,<\/p>\n

Sing-song kitty catch-ee kye-nne-oh.<\/p>\n

Sugar si sweet and so are you,<\/p>\n

Sing-song kitty catch-ee kye-nne-oh.<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

I se England, I see France,<\/p>\n

Sing-song kitty catch-ee kye-nne-oh.<\/p>\n

I see Mary's polka-dot pants,<\/p>\n

Sing-song kitty catch-ee kye-nne-oh.<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

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<\/a>SEVEN OLD LADIES<\/h1>\n

Chorus: Oh dear, what can the matter be,<\/p>\n

seven old ladies stuck in the lavatry<\/p>\n

they were there from Sunday to Satruday,<\/p>\n

and nobody knew they were there.<\/p>\n

The first to go in was old Mrs. Flynn,<\/p>\n

she prided herself on being so thin,<\/p>\n

but when she sat down, she fell right in,<\/p>\n

and nobody knew she was there.<\/p>\n

The next to go in was old Mrs. Humphrey,<\/p>\n

when she sat down, she got cozy and comfy,<\/p>\n

but when she stood up she couldn't get her bum free,<\/p>\n

and nobody knew she was tehre.<\/p>\n

The next to go in was old Mrs. Dickel,<\/p>\n

who hurdled the door because she hadn't a nickel,<\/p>\n

she got her foot caught, oh what a pickle,<\/p>\n

and nobody knew she was there.<\/p>\n

The next to go in was old Mrs. Slodder,<\/p>\n

she was teh Duke of Effington's daughter,<\/p>\n

she went to pass so superfluous water,<\/p>\n

and nobody knew she was tehre.<\/p>\n

The next to go in was old Mrs. Brewstter,<\/p>\n

whoi couldn't see as good as she used to,<\/p>\n

when she sat down, she swore somebody goosed her,<\/p>\n

and nobody knew she was there.<\/p>\n

The next to go in was old Mrs. Fender<\/p>\n

who went in to fix a broken suspender,<\/p>\n

it snapped and injured her feminine gender<\/p>\n

and nobody knew she was there.<\/p>\n

The next to go in was old Mrs. Draper<\/p>\n

who couldn't find the toilet paper,<\/p>\n

all she could find was a rust paint scraper,<\/p>\n

and nobody knew she was tehre.<\/p>\n

The next to go in was old Mrs. Murry,<\/p>\n

who had to go in a hell of a hurry,<\/p>\n

when she got there, there was no need to worry,<\/p>\n

and nobody knew she was there.<\/p>\n

The last to go in was old Mrs. Mason<\/p>\n

there wasn't a place, so she went in the basin,<\/p>\n

and that's the one that I washed my face in,<\/p>\n

and nobody knew she was there.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Summer Camp<\/h1>\n

[Tune: Green Grow the Rushes]<\/p>\n

I'll sing you one-o, we are the campers-o.<\/p>\n

What is your one-o?<\/p>\n

One is one for summer camp, and ever more shall be it so!<\/p>\n

I'll sing you two-o, we are the campers-o.<\/p>\n

What is your two-o?<\/p>\n

Two, two, tie dyed shirts, drying in the breeze-o<\/p>\n

One is one for summer camp, and ever more shall be it so!<\/p>\n

[Continue: adding each verse and repeating backwards to, \"One is<\/p>\n

one for summer camp, and ever more shall be it so!\"]<\/p>\n

Three, three, the mosquitoes [ouch!];<\/p>\n

Four for the icy waters;<\/p>\n

Five for the kyacks on the lake;<\/p>\n

Six for the midnight hikers;<\/p>\n

Seven for the evening thunder storms;<\/p>\n

Eight for the outhouse cleaners;<\/p>\n

Nine for the yummy cookouts;<\/p>\n

Ten for the caterpillars;<\/p>\n

Eleven for eleven hours' sleep all week;<\/p>\n

Twelve for the awesome cou??? (missing word)<\/p>\n

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<\/a>There Was An Old Woman<\/h1>\n

1. There was an old woman 4. There was an old woman<\/p>\n

Who swallowed a fly. who swallowed a cat.<\/p>\n

I don't know why Imagine that! to swallow a cat.<\/p>\n

she swallowed that fly. She swallowed the cat<\/p>\n

Perhaps she'll die. To catch the bird.<\/p>\n

She swallowed the bird<\/p>\n

2. There was an old woman to catch the spider<\/p>\n

Who swallowed a spider, who wriggled and jiggled and<\/p>\n

Who wriggled and jiggled and tickled tickled inside her.<\/p>\n

Inside her. She swallowed the spider<\/p>\n

She swallowed the spider to catch the fly.<\/p>\n

to catch the fly. I don't know why<\/p>\n

I don't know why she swallowed that fly<\/p>\n

she swallowed that fly. Perhaps she'll die<\/p>\n

Perhaps she'll die.<\/p>\n

5. dog ...what a hog!<\/p>\n

3. There was an old woman<\/p>\n

Who swallowed a bird. 6. goat ...Just opened her throat<\/p>\n

How absurd! to swallow a bird.<\/p>\n

She swallowed the bird 7. cow ... I don't know how<\/p>\n

To catch the spider<\/p>\n

Who wriggled and jiggled and tickled<\/p>\n

Inside her.<\/p>\n

She swallowed the spider 8. horse ...She's dead of course<\/p>\n

to catch the fly.<\/p>\n

I don't know why<\/p>\n

she swallowed that fly.<\/p>\n

Perhaps she'll die.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Scout WETspers<\/h1>\n

Softly falls the rain today<\/p>\n

As our campsite floats away<\/p>\n

Silently, each Scout should ask<\/p>\n

Did I bring my SCUBA mask?<\/p>\n

Have I tied my tent flaps down,<\/p>\n

Learned to swim so I won't drown,<\/p>\n

Have I done, and will I try<\/p>\n

Everything to keep me dry?<\/p>\n

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<\/a>THE WORM SONG<\/h1>\n

Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, I'm gonna eat some worms,<\/p>\n

big fat juicy ones, small skinny slimy ones, see how the big ones squirm<\/p>\n

First you bite the heads off then you suck the juice out tthen you throw<\/p>\n

the skins away. Nobody knows how I survive on worms three times a day.<\/p>\n

The first one was easy, the second the squeezy, the third one got caught<\/p>\n

in my throat. Nobody knows how I survive on worms three times a day.<\/p>\n

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MISCELLANIOUS SONGS<\/h1>\n

<\/a>Announcements, Announcements<\/h1>\n

A compilation of the ANNOUNCEMENT SONG<\/p>\n

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Announcements, annoucements, announcements.<\/p>\n

A horrible way to die, a horrible way to die,<\/p>\n

A horrible way to start the day,<\/p>\n

A horrible way to die.<\/p>\n

Announcements, annoucements, announcements.<\/p>\n

What a terrible way to die,<\/p>\n

What a terrible way to die,<\/p>\n

What a terrible death, to be talked to death.<\/p>\n

What a terrible way to die.<\/p>\n

Announcements, annoucements, announcements.<\/p>\n

(Frere' Jauque)<\/p>\n

Words of wisdom, words of wisdom,<\/p>\n

We don't need, we don't need,<\/p>\n

Stupid words of wisdom, stupid words of wisdom,<\/p>\n

Dumb, dumb, dumb. Dumb, dumb, dumb.<\/p>\n

Announcements, annoucements, announcements.<\/p>\n

(How Dry I Am)<\/p>\n

We sold our cow, moo.<\/p>\n

We sold our cow, moo.<\/p>\n

We have no use for your bull now.<\/p>\n

Announcements, annoucements, announcements.<\/p>\n

(London Bridge)<\/p>\n

Make the announcements short and sweet,<\/p>\n

Short and sweet,<\/p>\n

Short and sweet.<\/p>\n

Make the announcemnts short and sweet,<\/p>\n

They're so BORING!<\/p>\n

Announcements, annoucements, announcements.<\/p>\n

(Ever Seen a Windmill)<\/p>\n

Have you ever seen a windbag,<\/p>\n

A windbag, a windbag,<\/p>\n

Have you ever seen a windbag.<\/p>\n

Well there's one right now.<\/p>\n

Swings this way and that way,<\/p>\n

Swings this way and that way,<\/p>\n

Have you ever seen a windbag,<\/p>\n

Well there's one RIGHT NOW!<\/p>\n

Announcements, annoucements, announcements.<\/p>\n

(Freres Jaques)<\/p>\n

Words of wisdom,<\/p>\n

Words of wisdom.<\/p>\n

Here they come,<\/p>\n

Here they come.<\/p>\n

Boring words of wisdom,<\/p>\n

Boring words of wisdom.<\/p>\n

Dum, dum, dum,<\/p>\n

Dum, dum, dum.<\/p>\n

Announcements, annoucements, announcements.<\/p>\n

(What Do You Do With A Drunken Sailor)<\/p>\n

What do you do with a program director?<\/p>\n

What do you do with a program director?<\/p>\n

What do you do with a program director,<\/p>\n

Early in the morning.<\/p>\n

Hit him in the face with a chocolate cream pie!<\/p>\n

Hit him in the face with a chocolate cream pie!<\/p>\n

Hit him in the face with a chocolate cream pie,<\/p>\n

Early in the morning!<\/p>\n

Announcements, annoucements, announcements.<\/p>\n

(How Dry I Am)<\/p>\n

We found our cow, moo.<\/p>\n

We found our cow, moo.<\/p>\n

We have use for your bull now.<\/p>\n

Announcements, annoucements, announcements.<\/p>\n

(London Bridge)<\/p>\n

Make the Announcements short and sweet,<\/p>\n

short and sweet, short and sweet;<\/p>\n

Make the Announcements short and sweet,<\/p>\n

they're so. . .(shout). . .BORING!<\/p>\n

Announcements, annoucements, announcements<\/p>\n

Row Row Row your Boat<\/p>\n

Gently down the stream<\/p>\n

throw the annoncements overboard and listen to them scream<\/p>\n

Announcements, annoucements, announcements<\/p>\n

Row, row, row your boat<\/p>\n

Gently down the stream.<\/p>\n

Ha Ha! Fooled you,<\/p>\n

I'm a submarine.<\/p>\n

Announcements, annoucements, announcements<\/p>\n

When you're up, you're up<\/p>\n

And when you're down, you're down.<\/p>\n

And when you're only halfway up<\/p>\n

You're also halfway down.<\/p>\n

Announcements, annoucements, announcements<\/p>\n

Mary had a little lamb<\/p>\n

The doctor was surprised.<\/p>\n

Old McDonald had a farm<\/p>\n

He couldn't believe his eyes.<\/p>\n

Announcements, annoucements, announcements<\/p>\n

( A slow tempo verse)<\/p>\n

I was a farmer, I had some cows. I had some chickens, and great big sows.<\/p>\n

The sows said \"Oink, oink\". The chicks went \"Cluck cluck\".<\/p>\n

But the cows said \"Run fast! Here comes the bull!\"<\/p>\n

Announcements, annoucements, announcements<\/p>\n

The man stood up to talk. He talked real long and hard.<\/p>\n

He talked so long that I wrote this song,<\/p>\n

On the lid of a can of lard!<\/p>\n

Now lard is used to cook,<\/p>\n

And words they make a book.<\/p>\n

But if this guy keeps talking up a storm,<\/p>\n

We'll be awake no more!<\/p>\n

Announcements, annoucements, announcements<\/p>\n

We've got a silly cheer, that you've just got to hear!<\/p>\n

It makes no sense we're sure you know,<\/p>\n

The announcements have to GO!<\/p>\n

Announcements, annoucements, announcements<\/p>\n

Speak Freak<\/p>\n

Talk Joc<\/p>\n

Rap Sap<\/p>\n

So whats the point<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Camp Arnold Song<\/h1>\n

(Tune: You're a Grand Old Flag)<\/p>\n

You're a grand old camp, you're a wonderful camp<\/p>\n

And you always and always will be.<\/p>\n

When we're here with you, our dreams come true<\/p>\n

Camp Arnold we're faithful to thee.<\/p>\n

We have watched you grow, we have told you hello<\/p>\n

And we never will say goodbye<\/p>\n

Our hearts are true, we're all for you<\/p>\n

Camp Arnold will never die -- Hey!<\/p>\n

(You might want to substitute your favorite camp here)<\/p>\n

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<\/a>JOE HILL<\/h4>\n

<\/center>My will is easy to decide,<\/p>\n

For I have nothing to devide<\/p>\n

My kin won't have to weep and moan,<\/p>\n

Moss does not cling to a rolling stone.<\/p>\n

My body, Oh if I should choose,<\/p>\n

Would turn to ashes and reduce,<\/p>\n

And let the gentle breezes blow,<\/p>\n

To where perhaps a flower grow<\/p>\n

And perhaps a faded flower then<\/p>\n

Would spring to life and bloom again<\/p>\n

This is my last and final will,<\/p>\n

Good Luck to al lof you, Joe Hill<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Giligan's Island<\/h1>\n

Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,<\/p>\n

a tale of a fateful trip.<\/p>\n

It started from this tropic port,<\/p>\n

aboard this tiny ship.<\/p>\n

The mate was a mighty sailing man,<\/p>\n

the skipper brave and sure.<\/p>\n

Five passengers set sail that day,<\/p>\n

for a three hour tour.<\/p>\n

a three hour tour.<\/p>\n

The weather started getting rough,<\/p>\n

the tiny ship was tossed.<\/p>\n

If not for the courage of the fearless crew,<\/p>\n

the minnow would be lost,<\/p>\n

the minnow would be lost.<\/p>\n

The ship struck ground on the shores of this uncharted desert isle,<\/p>\n

`with Giligan, the skipper too. The millionaire and his wife.<\/p>\n

The moviestar, the professor and maryann, here on giligan's isle.<\/p>\n

So this is the tale of our castaways,<\/p>\n

they're here for a long, long time.<\/p>\n

They'll have to make the best of things,<\/p>\n

it's an uphill climb.<\/p>\n

The first mate and the skipper too,<\/p>\n

will do their very best,<\/p>\n

to make the others comfortable,<\/p>\n

in their tropic island nest.<\/p>\n

No Phone! No Boat! No Motorcar<\/p>\n

Not a single luxury.<\/p>\n

Like Robinson Crusoe<\/p>\n

As primitive as can be.<\/p>\n

So join us here each week my friends,<\/p>\n

you're sure to get a smile,<\/p>\n

from seven stranded castaways,<\/p>\n

Here on Giligan's Isle!.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>The Great Meat Pie<\/h1>\n

The great meat pie was a tidy size,<\/p>\n

And it took a week to make it,<\/p>\n

A day to carry it to the shop,<\/p>\n

And just a week to bake it.<\/p>\n

And if you'd seen it,<\/p>\n

I'll be bound,<\/p>\n

Your wonder you'd scarce govern.<\/p>\n

They were forced to break the front wall down<\/p>\n

to get it in the oven.<\/p>\n

It too full thirty sacks of flour,<\/p>\n

It's a fact now that I utter,<\/p>\n

Three hundred pails of water, too,<\/p>\n

And a hundred tubs of butter.<\/p>\n

The crust was nearly seven feet thick,<\/p>\n

You couldn't easily bruise it,<\/p>\n

And the rolling pin was such a size<\/p>\n

It took ten men to use it.<\/p>\n

There were twenty-five spareribs of pork,<\/p>\n

I'm sure I'm not mistaken,<\/p>\n

With two and thirty hams for York,<\/p>\n

And twenty sides of bacon.<\/p>\n

The pie was made by fifty cooks,<\/p>\n

And all of them first raters,<\/p>\n

And then they filled up all the nooks<\/p>\n

with a ton of kidney 'taters.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Pooh Corner<\/h1>\n

Christopher Robin and I<\/p>\n

walked along under branches<\/p>\n

Lit up by the moon<\/p>\n

Posing our questions to<\/p>\n

owl and Eor as our<\/p>\n

Days disapear much to soon<\/p>\n

But I wandered much further<\/p>\n

Today than I should<\/p>\n

And I can't seem to find<\/p>\n

my way back to the woods<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

So help me if you can<\/p>\n

I've got to get back<\/p>\n

To the house of Pooh Corner by one<\/p>\n

You'd be surprised there's<\/p>\n

so much to be done<\/p>\n

Count all the bees in teh hive<\/p>\n

Chase all the clouds from the skies<\/p>\n

back to the days of christopher Robin and Pooh<\/p>\n

Winnie the Pooh doesn't know what to do<\/p>\n

He's got a hunny Jar stuck on his nose.<\/p>\n

He came to me asking help and advice<\/p>\n

And from here no one knows<\/p>\n

Where he goes<\/p>\n

So I sent him to ask<\/p>\n

Of ten owl who lives there<\/p>\n

How to loosen the jars from<\/p>\n

The nose of a bear<\/p>\n

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GROSS SONGS<\/h1>\n

<\/a>MY DOG ROVER<\/h1>\n

(Two versions)<\/p>\n

(Tune: I\"m Looking Over a Four-Leaf Clover)<\/p>\n

I'm looking over my dead dog Rover<\/p>\n

That I overran with the mower.<\/p>\n

One leg is missing, another is gone,<\/p>\n

One leg is scattered all over the lawn.<\/p>\n

No need explaining, the one remaining,<\/p>\n

Is stuck in the kitchen door.<\/p>\n

I'm looking over my dead dog Rover<\/p>\n

That I overran with the mower.<\/p>\n

I'm looking over my dead dog Rover<\/p>\n

Who died on the kitchen floor.<\/p>\n

One leg is broken, the other is lame,<\/p>\n

The third leg is missing, the fourth needs a cane.<\/p>\n

No need explaining, the tail remaining<\/p>\n

Was caught in the oven door.<\/p>\n

I'm looking over my dead dog Rover<\/p>\n

Who died on the kitchen floor.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Greasy Grimy Gopher Guts<\/h1>\n

Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts,<\/p>\n

Mutilated monkey meat,<\/p>\n

Little birdie's dirty feet,<\/p>\n

Great green globs of greasy grimy gopher guts,<\/p>\n

And I forgot my spoon.
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