Camp fire songs

Contents

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Green Grow the Rushes-O

I’ll sing you one-o

Green grow the rushes-o

What is your one-o?

One is one and all alone

And ever more shall be so.

 

I’ll sing you two-o

Green grow the rushes-o

What is your two-o?

Two two the lily-white boys

All dressed up in green-ho-ho,

One is one and all alone

And ever more shall be so.

 

I’ll sing you three-o

Green grow the rushes-o

What is your three-o?

Three-e-e three-e-e The ri-i-i-ivals,

Two two the lily-white boys

All dressed up in green-ho-ho,

One is one and all alone

And ever more shall be so.

 

I’ll sing you four-o …

… four for the Gospel makers, …

… five for the symbols at your door, …

… six for the six proud walkers, …

… seven for the seven stars in the sky, …

… eight for the April rainers, …

… nine for the nine bright shiners, …

… ten for the Ten Commandments, …

… eleven for the eleven that went to heaven, …

… twelve for the twelve Apostles, …

If there is a bigger group you can get three or four scouts up the front to do some actions for each one.

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Camp Fire Openings

The simple life and friendly cheer,

May all those find who gather here.

 

Sweet is the brotherhood to which we belong,

And doubly sweet is the brotherhood of song.

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Camp Fire’s Burning

Camp fire’s burning, camp fire’s burning,

Draw nearer, draw nearer,

In the gloaming, in the gloaming,

Come sing and be merry.

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It’s a Good Time to Get Acquainted

(Tune – Tipperary)

It’s a good time to get acquainted

It’s a good time to know

Who is sitting close beside you

And to smile and say “Hello”

Goodbye, chilly feeling

Goodbye, glassy stare

If we all join hands and pull together

We’re sure to get there.

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We’re All Together Again

We’re all together again, we’re here, we’re here,

We’re all together again, we’re here, we’re here,

And who knows when we’ll be all together again

Singing all together again, we’re here.

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All Things Shall Perish

All things shall perish from under the sky.

All things shall perish from under the sky.

Music alone shall live,

Music alone shall live,

Music alone shall live,

Never to die.

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When the Scouts Come Hiking In

(Tune: When the Saints go Marching In)

Oh when the Scouts come hiking in,

When the Scouts come hiking in,

I want to be at that camp-fire

When the Scouts come hiking in.

 

Now here comes Dave – he needs a shave –

When the Scouts come hiking in,

And we’ll have Dave at that camp-fire,

When the Scouts come hiking in.

 

Now here comes John, with his short shorts on …

Now here comes Pete, with his aching feet …

Now here comes Tom, going like a bomb …

Now here comes Keith, with his clean white teeth..

Now here comes Skip, with a merry quip …

Now here comes Kim – Oh No, not him!

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On Top of Spaghetti

(Tune: On Top of Old Smokey)

On top of spaghetti,

All covered in cheese,

I lost my poor meat ball

When somebody sneezed.

 

It rolled off the table

And unto the floor,

And then my poor meat ball

Rolled out of the door.

 

It rolled down the garden

and under a bush,

And then my poor meat ball

was nothing but mush!

 

The mush was as tasty

As tasty could be,

And then the next summer,

It grew into a tree.

 

The tree was all covered,

All covered with moss,

And on it grew meatballs,

And tomato sauce.

 

So,

If you have spaghetti,

All covered in cheese,

Hold onto your meat ball,

‘Cause someone might sneeze!

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Quarter Master’s Stores

Chorus:

My eyes are dim, I cannot see,

I have not brought my specs with me,

I have not brought my specs with me!

 

There was bread, bread harder than your head

In the stores, in the stores

There was bread, bread just like lumps of lead

In the quarter master’s stores.

 

Rats…as big as blooming cats

Skip… giving us the slip

Mice . . . running through the rice.

Snakes . . . as big as garden rakes.

Beans . . . as big as submarines.

Gravy . . . enough to float the navy.

 

Cakes . . . that give us tummy aches.

Eggs . . . with scaly chicken legs.

Butter . . . running in the gutter.

Lard . . . they sell it by the yard.

Bread . . . with great big lumps like lead.

Cheese . . . that makes you want to sneeze.

 

Soot . . . they grow it by the foot.

Goats . . . eating all the oats

Bees . . . with little knobby knees.

Owls . . . shredding paper towels.

Apes . . . eating all the grapes.

Turtles . . . wearing rubber girdles.

 

Bear . . . with curlers in its hair.

Buffalos . . . with hair between their toes.

Foxes . . . stuffed in little boxes.

Coke . . . enough to make you choke.

Pepsi . . . that gives you apoplexy.

Roaches . . . sleeping in the coaches.

 

Flies . . . swarming ‘round the pies.

Fishes . . . washing all the dishes.

Moths . . . eating through the cloths

Scouts . . . eating brussel sprouts.

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Spreading Chestnut Tree

Under the spreading chestnut tree

Where I held you on my knee,

We were happy as could be,

Under the spreading chestnut tree

 

Actions

Spreading –                    arms outstretched over head.

Chest –                        strike chest

Nut –                          tap head

Tree –                         arms outstretched over head.

Held –                         arms as though embracing.

Knee –                         strike knee.

Happy –                        Scowl and emit a growl.

 

Last line same as first.

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She’ll Be Coming Round the Mountain

She’ll be coming round the mountain when she comes …… (Wooh Wooh)

She’ll be coming round the mountain when she comes …… (Wooh Wooh)

She’ll be coming round the mountain, she’ll be coming round the mountain

She’ll be coming round the mountain when she comes …… (Wooh Wooh)

 

She’ll be riding six white horses when she comes …… (Whoa back)

She’ll be riding six white horses when she comes …… (Whoa back)

She’ll be riding six white horses, riding six white horses,

She’ll be riding six white horses when she comes …… (Whoa back, Wooh Wooh)

 

Oh we’ll all go down to meet her when she comes …… (Hi Babe)

Oh we’ll all go down to meet her when she comes …… (Hi Babe)

Oh we’ll all go down to meet her, we’ll all go down to meet her

Oh we’ll all go down to meet her when she comes …… (Hi Babe)

 

She’ll be wearing silk pyjamas when she comes …… (Whistle twice)

She’ll be wearing silk pyjamas when she comes ……

(One whistle)

She’ll be wearing silk pyjamas, She’ll be wearing silk pyjamas

She’ll be wearing silk pyjamas when she comes ……

(Hi Babe)

 

Oh we’ll kill the old red rooster when she comes …… (hack hack), etc.

 

Oh we’ll all have chicken and dumplings when she comes …… (Yum Yum), etc.

 

Oh she’ll have to sleep with grandma when she comes …… (Snore snore), etc.

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He Jumped From 40,000 Feet

(Tune: Glory Glory Alehlieya)

He jumped from 40,000 feet without a parachute

He jumped from 40,000 feet without a parachute

He jumped from 40,000 feet without a parachute

And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

 

Chorus

Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to die. Hey!

Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to die. Hey!

Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to die.

And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

 

Alternative chorus

Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to die. Hey!

Suspended by your braces in the middle of the sky

Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to die.

And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

 

They scraped him off the tarmac like a lump of strawberry jam. (x3)

And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

 

They put him in a matchbox and they sent him home to mum.

 

She put it on the mantelpiece beside his dear old dad.

 

The cat jumped on the mantelpiece and knocked him in the fire

 

The moral of the story is to look before you leap

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The Wild Rover

I’ve been a wild rover for many a year,

And I’ve spent all my money on whiskey and beer,

But now I’m returning with gold in great store,

And I never will play the wild rover no more.

 

Chorus

And it’s no nay never, no nay never no more,

Will I play the wild rover, No nay never no more.

 

I went into an ale house I used to frequent,

And I told the landlady my money was spent,

I asked her for credit, she answered me ‘nay’,

‘Sure it’s custom like yours I can have anyday’.

 

Then out of my pocket I drew sovereigns bright,

And the landlady’s eyes opened wide with delight,

She said ‘I have whiskey and wines of the best,

And the words that I spoke you were only in jest.

 

I’ll go home to my parents, confess what I’ve done,

And I’ll ask them to pardon their prodigal son,

And if they forgive me as oft times before,

Then I never will play the wild rover no more.

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I’ve Been a Scout Leader

I’ve been a Scout Leader for many a year

And entered this game with trepidation and fear

But now that its over I feel somewhat glad

And I never will rejoin this newfangled fad

 

Chorus

And it’s no nay never, no! nay! never, no more

Will I be a Scout Leader, no, never no more.

 

I went into a Scout Den I used to frequent

And I told the young lads our funds they were spent

Then out of my trailer I took camping gear

And the cries of dismay turned to yells of good cheer.

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Badger’s Army

By David Walsh

We’re all part of Badger’s army,

Sandford Scout Troop, Thirty three,

Hills and mountains we will climb,

We love Scouting all the time

And Badger is our leader dressed in green.

 

Bivouacking on a hillside,

Hiking on the Wicklow Way

Singing songs with all our might

Round the camp-fire in the night

With Roy on his guitar to lead the way

 

We go hiking in the winter

We go even when it snows

In the summertime we camp

Even if it’s very damp

In Powerscourt where the Dargle river flows.

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Old Macdonald

Old MacDonald had a farm, ee-i, ee-i, o,

And on his farm he had some pigs, ee-i, ee-i, o,

Tall pigs, short pigs, short pigs, tall pigs,

Fat pigs, thin pigs, thin pigs, fat pigs,

Old MacDonald had a farm, ee-i, ee-i, o,

 

Old MacDonald had a farm, ee-i, ee-i, o,

And on his farm he had some cows, ee-i, ee-i, o,

Tall cows, short cows, short cows, tall cows,

Fat cows, thin cows, thin cows, fat cows,

Tall pigs, short pigs, short pigs, tall pigs,

Fat pigs, thin pigs, thin pigs, fat pigs,

 

Old MacDonald had a farm, ee-i, ee-i, o,

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Old Macdonald (Alternative)

 

Everyone probably knows old Macdonald had a farm (but he got off with a caution). There is a slightly different version which changes the chorus.

 

On the cow verse it would be:-

There were big cows little cows, little cows big cows

Fat cows thin cows, thin cows fat cows

Old Macdonald had a farm E I E I O!

 

Appropriate hand actions can be added for extra complications.

Kookaburra

Kookaburra sits on the old gum tree.

Merry merry King of the bush is he

Laugh Kookaburra, Laugh, Kookaburra

Gay your life must be

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Worms

Nobody likes me, everybody hates me,

Think I’ll go and eat worms,

Long thin skinny ones, short fat juicy ones,

See how they wriggle and squirm,

Bite their heads off, suck their juice out,

Throw the skins away.

You should see how well I thrive,

On worms three times a day.

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Found a Peanut

Found a peanut, found a peanut, found a peanut over there,

Thought I’d eat it, thought I’d eat it, thought I’d eat it, didn’t care.

 

Rather tasty, rather tasty, rather tasty but now,

Got a pain, got a pain, got a pain, don’t know how.

 

Fetch a doctor, fetch a doctor, fetch a doctor, fetch him quick.

Appendicitis, appendicitis, appendicitis, feeling sick

 

Cut him open, cut him open, cut him open, save his life.

Sew him up, sew him up, sew him up around my knife.

 

Cut him open, cut him open, cut him open ’til its found,

Sew him up, sew him up, have you seen my specs around.

 

Cut him open, cut him open, cut him open, – ad nauseam.

 

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You’ll Never Get to Heaven

You’ll never get to heaven

In an old Ford car

‘Cos an old Ford car

Won’t go that far

 

You’ll never get to heaven in an old Ford car

‘Cos an old Ford car won’t go that far

I ain’t gonna grieve my Lord no more.

 

I ain’t gonna grieve my Lord

I ain’t gonna grieve my Lord

I ain’t gonna grieve my Lord no more.

 

You’ll never get to heaven in a limousine

‘Cos the Lord ain’t got no gasoline.

 

You’ll never get to heaven in a Jumbo jet

‘Cos the Lord ain’t got no runways yet.

 

You’ll never get to heaven in a Girl Guides arms

‘Cos the Lord doesn’t want those feminine charms.

 

You’ll never get to heaven in a biscuit tin

‘Cos a biscuit tin’s got biscuits in.

 

You’ll never get to heaven in an apple tree

‘Cos an apple tree’s got roots you see

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B-P Spirit

I’ve got that B-P spirit,

Right in my head, right in my head, right in my head,

I’ve got that B-P spirit right in my head,

Right in my head to stay.

 

Deep in my heart,

 

All round my feet,

 

I’ve got that B-P spirit, All over me, all over me, all over me,

I’ve got that B-P spirit all over me,

All over me to stay.

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There Was An Old Man Called Michael Finiginin

There was an old man called Michael Finigin

He grew whiskers on his chinigin

The wind came up and blew them inigin

Poor old Michael Finigin! Beginigin!

 

There was an old man called Michael Finigin

He kicked up an awful dinigin

Because they said he must not singingin

Poor old Michael Finigin! Beginigin!

 

There was an old man called Michael Finigin

He went fishing with a pinigin

Caught a fish but dropped it inigin

Poor old Michael Finigin! Beginigin!

 

There was an old man called Michael Finiginin

He grew fat and then grew thinigin

Then he died and had to beginigin

Poor old Michael Finigin! STOP!

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If You’re Happy And You Know It

If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands

If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands

If you’re happy and you know it, and you really want to show it,

If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands

 

If you’re happy and you know it, stamp your feet

 

If you’re happy and you know it, click your fingers

 

If you’re happy and you know it, nod your head

 

If you’re happy and you know it, say “We are!”

 

If you’re happy and you know it, do all five.

 

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Flower of Scotland

Oh Flower of Scotland

When will we see your like again

That fought and died for

Your wee bit hill and glen.

 

Chorus.

That stood against him

Proud Edward’s army

And sent him homeward

Tae think again.

 

The hills are bare now

And Autumn leaves lie thick and still

O’er land that is lost now

Which those so dearly held.

 

Those days are passed now

And in the past they must remain

But we can still rise now

And be the nation again.

 

Repeat verse one.

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Camping

(Tune: Daisy)

Camping, camping, that’s what we like to do

Ev’ry summer, we’re off for a week or two

We never mind the weather

As long as we’re together

But we don’t approve of no room to move,

In a hike tent that’s built for two.

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Food, Terrible Food

Food, terrible food, burnt sausage and mustard

We’re not in the mood for cold porridge and custard

Fried eggs with their edges black

What next is the question

We’re all gonna suffer from indigestion

Food, terrible food, those soggy old cornflakes

That lumpy fruit duff, that’s all that our cook makes

We have to eat the stuff, don’t want to be rude

But food – horrible food – sickening food – terrible food.

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Mctavish Is Dead

Oh, McTavish is dead and his brother don’t know it

His brother is dead and McTavish don’t know it,

They’re both of them dead and in the same bed

And neither one knows that the other is dead.

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Ging Gang Gooli

Ging gang gooli gooli gooli watcha

Ging gang goo, ging gang goo,

Ging gang gooli gooli gooli watcha

Ging gang goo, ging gang goo,

Hayla – hayla shayla – hayla shayla hayla hoo

Hayla – hayla shayla – hayla shayla hayla hoo

Shally-wally, shally-wally, Shally-wally, shally-wally,

 

Oompah, oompah, oompah

 

The singers are divided into two parts. All sing the song through, then Part 1 keeps up the “Oompah, Oompah” whilst Part II starts again. When they meet at the end Part I sings the words whilst Part II takes over the “Oompah, Oompah”.

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Cheer Boys Cheer

One dark night when we were all in bed,

Old Mrs O’Leary left a light on in the shed

The cow kicked it over, then winked her eye and said

“There’ll be a hot time in the old town tonight”

 

Chorus

Cheer, Boys, Cheer, the school is burning down

Cheer, Boys, Cheer, it’s burning to the ground

Cheer, Boys, Cheer, it’s the only one in town,

“There’ll be a hot time in the old town tonight”

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I’m a Nut

Sitting under this here tree.

Everybody steps on me,

That is why I’m cracked you see.

 

Chorus:

I’m a nut,

I’m a nut,

I’m a nut, nut, nut-nut-nut.

 

Called myself on the telephone

Just to see if I was home.

Made a date for half past eight,

Better hurry or I’ll be late!

– Chorus

 

Took myself to the picture show

Sat myself in the very last row

Wrapped my arms around my waist

Got so fresh I slapped my face!

– Chorus

 

Bought some roses at the store.

Told myself I wanted more.

That’s why I broke up with me.

Now I am a nut that’s free!

– Chorus

 

Gee, I miss me all the time.

Wonder if I’m doing fine.

Maybe I’ll stop by to see

If I have a chance with me.

– Chorus

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Apple Pie Baker

My mother’s an apple-pie baker,

My father, he fiddles for tin,

My sister scrubs floors for a living

Oh boy, how the money rolls in.

 

Rolls in, rolls in,

Oh boy, how the money rolls in.

Rolls in, rolls in,

Oh boy, how the money rolls in.

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Oh, We Ain’t Gonna Sing

Oh we ain’t gonna sing no more, no more,

We ain’t gonna sing no more,

That old song’s got whiskers on,

So we ain’t gonna sing no more,

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I Met a Bear

The other day

I met a bear,

Up in the woods

Away up there.

 

He looked at me

I looked at him

He sized up me

I sized up him

 

He said to me

Why don’t you run,

I see you ain’t

Got any gun

 

And so I ran

Away from there

But right behind

Me was that bear.

 

And then I saw

Ahead of me,

A great big tree

O Lordy Me

 

The nearest branch

Was ten feet up

I’d have to jump

And trust to luck

 

And so I jumped

Into the air

But I missed that branch

Away up there

 

Now don’t you fret

Now don’t you frown

For I caught that branch

On the way back down

 

That’s all there is

There ain’t no more

Unless I meet

That bear once more

 

And that bear I

Did meet once more

He was a mat

On the bedroom floor.

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The Jellyfish Song

Three blind jellyfish, three blind jellyfish,

Three blind jellyfish, sitting on a rock.

 

And along came a big wave, WOOOOSH.

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A Wooney Gooney

A wooney gooney cha a wooney

A wooney gooney cha a wooney

I, I, I, ippee I, I, anna

I, I, I, ippee I, I, anna

A wooney, A wooney, cheche!

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An Old Austrian Yodeller

An old Austrian Yodeller,

On an mountain top high,

Met up with an Avalanche,

Interrupting his cry.

 

Yo de le hi, Yo de le hi hi,

I …. Shhh !

Yo de le hi hi.

 

(2) A shaggy dog – arf! arf!

(3) A grizzly bear – grr! grr!

(4) A milking cow – shh! shh!

(5) A pretty maid – X! X!

(6) Her father – Bang! Bang!

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Captains

Captains they do nothing,

Lieutenants they do less

Patrol leaders go watering

and get themselves a mess.

Seconds they go wooding,

that’s if they want some sup,

But all that’s left for the jolly Girl Guides

is the dirty washing up.

 

Oh, we ain’t gonna work no more no more,

We ain’t gonna work no more.

We worked last year and the year before,

We ain’t gonna work no more.

 

Captains they have scented soap,

Lieutenants, they have Pears,

Patrol Leaders have Yardley

and give themselves such airs.

Seconds they have Sunlight

to make their faces shine,

But all that’s left for the jolly Girl Guides

is the Lifeboy every time.

 

Oh, we ain’t gonna wash no more, etc.

 

Captains, they have turkey,

Lieutenants they have duck,

Patrol Leaders have chocolate

and think themselves in luck,

Seconds they have bully beef

and sometimes they have ham,

But all that’s left for the jolly Girl Guides

is a slice of bread and jam.

 

Oh, we ain’t gonna eat no more, etc.

 

Captains, they are married,

Lieutenants they’re engaged,

Patrol Leaders are courting,

although they’re under age,

Seconds they have boy friends,

as many as they please,

But all that left for the jolly Girl Guides

are the Scouts with knobbly knees.

 

Oh, we ain’t gonna court no more, etc.

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Do Your Ears Hang Low?

Do your ears hang low?

Can they waggle to and fro?

Can you tie them in a knot?

Can you throw them over your shoulder

Like a regimental soldier?

Do your ears hang low?

 

Yes, my ears hang low.

And they waggle to and fro

I can tie them in a knot,

I can tie them in a bow.

I can throw them over my shoulder

Like a regimental soldier

Yes, my ears hang low!

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The Rattling Bog

Chorus

Ro, ro the rattling bog

The bog down in the valley o

Rare bog a rattling bog

a bog down in the valley o.

 

And on that bog there was a tree,

A rare tree, a rattling tree,

The tree in the bog and the bog down in the valley o.

 

And on that tree there was a limb.

And on that limb there was a branch.

And on that branch there was a twig.

And on that twig there was a leaf.

And on that leaf there was a nest.

And in that nest there was an egg.

And on that egg there was a bird.

And on that bird there was a wing.

And on that wing there was a feather.

And on that feather there was a flea,

A rare flea, a rattling flea,

The flea on the feather and the feather on the wing,

And the wing on the bird and the bird on the egg,

And the egg on the nest and the nest on the leaf,

And the leaf on the twig and the twig on the branch,

And the branch on the limb and the limb on the tree

And the tree in the bog and the bog down in the valley – O.

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Land of the Silver Birch

Land of the silver birch,

Home of the beaver,

Where still the mighty moose

Wanders at will

 

Chorus

Blue lake and rocky shore,

I will return once more,

Boom-did-di-eye-di, Boom-did-di-eye-di,

Boom-did-di-eye-di, Boom

 

My heart is sick for you,

Here in the lowlands,

I will return to you,

Hills of the north.

 

Swift as the silver fish,

Canoe of birch bark,

Thy mighty waters,

Carry me forth.

 

There where the blue lake lies,

I’ll set my wigwam,

Close to the water’s edge,

Silent and still.

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Tzena

(Israeli Words by Henry Morris)

Tzena, Tzena, Tzena, Tzena,

Can’t you hear the music playing

In the village square?

Tzena, Tzena, join the celebration,

There’ll be people there from every nation,

Dawn will find us dancing in the sunlight,

Dancing in the village square.

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Sailing

I am sailing, I am sailing,

home again ‘cross the sea,

I am sailing stormy waters,

To be near you, to be free.

 

I am flying, I am flying,

Like a bird ‘cross the sky

I am flying, passing high clouds

To be with you, to be free.

 

Can you hear me, can you hear me

Thro’ the dark night far away

I am dying, forever trying,

To be with you who can say.

 

We are sailing, we are sailing,

Home again ‘cross the sea

We are sailing stormy waters

To be near you, to be free.

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Let It Be

 

When I find myself in times of trouble

Mother Mary comes to me

Speaking words of wisdom – let it be

 

And in my hour of darkness

She is standing right in front of me

Speaking words of wisdom – let it be

 

And when the broken hearted people

Living in the world agree

There will be an answer – let it be.

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Let Us Sing Together

Let us sing together,

Let us sing together,

One and all a joyous song.

Let us sing together,

One and all a joyous song.

Let us sing again and again,

Let us sing again and again,

One and all a joyous song.

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Too Old to Camp

(Tune: When I grow too old to dream)

When I grow too old to camp

I’ll have this to remember;

When I grow too old to camp

I’ll have this night to recall;

So, good Scouting all,

Whate’er may be our part;

For when I grow too old to camp

This night will live in my heart.

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Who’ll Come A-Scouting?

(Tune: Waltzing Matilda)

Once a mighty soldier, beloved by his fellow men

Under the shade of the flag of the free

Took some boys and trained them,

Made them strong and brave and true.

Who’ll come a-Scouting, a Scouting with me?

 

Chorus:

Keep on a-working, never a-shirking,

Carry out the rules as he wanted them to be,

And we’ll sing as we put our shoulders

And our brains to work,

Who’ll come a-Scouting, a Scouting with me?

 

Soon the little band grew, swelling great in number,

Through other countries, one, two, three,

Then around the world it spread,

Stronger, ever stronger,

Who’ll come a-Scouting, a Scouting with me?

 

Chorus:

Keep on praying, keep on saying,

If we work hard enough, then we’ll stay free.

And we’ll sing as we put our shoulders

And our brains to work,

Who’ll come a-Scouting, a Scouting with me?

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Scouter’s Smile

(Tune: When Irish Eyes are Smiling)

When Scouters all are smiling,

Sure it’s like a morn in spring

For amid their joy and laughter

You can hear the music ring.

When all the crowd are happy

And the night seems bright and gay,

With that fine old Scouting spirit,

Sure it wins you right away.

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With the Scent of Woodsmoke

(Tune: Lilli Marlene)

With the scent of woodsmoke drifting on the air,

And the glow of firelight we always love to share,

Visions of camp-fires all return,

And as the logs flame up and burn,

We dream of bygone camp-fires and long for those to come.

 

Tongues of yellow fire flickering up on high,

Reaching twisting fingers up to a starlit sky,

Voices recall songs old and new,

Songs once dear to our fathers too,

Who dreamed of bygone camp-fires and longed for those to come.

 

Gently dying embers cast a rosy glow,

Voices slowly sinking to tones so soft and low,

Slowly upon the still night air,

Fall faithful voices hushed in prayer,

That dream of bygone camp-fires and

long for those to come.

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The Scouting Day

(Tune: Perfect Day)

When you come to the end of a Scouting day,

And you sit in the camp-fire light,

And the sky has turned from the blue to the grey,

With the shades of the coming night,

Do you think what the end of a Scouting Day

Can mean in a real boy’s life,

When the whistle blows and the flag comes down,

And there’s peace in the world of strife?

 

Well, this is the end of a Scouting day,

Near the end of our journey, too,

And the days that are gone cannot be recalled:

What have they ment to you?

For we’ve shared the same tent and, side by side,

The streets of this old world trod.

In sun and rain we’ve done our best,

And we’re closer grown to God.

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We Shall Not Be Moved

Chorus:

We shall not, we shall not be moved,

We shall not, we shall not be moved,

Just like a tree that’s standing by the water side,

We shall not be moved.

 

We’re on our way to heaven,

We shall not be moved,

We’re on our way to heaven,

We shall not be moved.

 

We’re on that road to freedom,

We’re brothers together,

We’re on our way to heaven

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We Shall Overcome

We shall overcome,

We shall overcome,

We shall overcome some day,

Oh, deep in my heart,

I do believe,

We shall overcome some day,

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The Gipsy Rover

The Gipsy rover came over the hill

Down to the valley so shady

He whistled and he sang till the green woods rang

And he won the heart of a lady.

 

Chorus:

Ah dee doo, ah dee doo dah day

Ah dee doo, ah dee day dee

He whistled and he sang till the green woods rang

And he won the heart of a lady.

 

She left her father’s castle gates

She left her own fond lover

She left her servants and her state

To follow the gipsy rover.

 

Her father saddled up his fastest steed

Roamed the valleys all over

Sought his daughter at great speed

And the whistling gipsy rover.

 

He came at last to a mansion fine

Down by the River Plady

And there was music and there was wine

For the gipsy and his lady

 

“He is no gipsy, father dear,

But lord of these lands all over,

And I will stay till my dying day

With my whistling gypsy rover.”

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Any Dream Will Do

I closed my eyes, drew back the curtain

To see for certain what I thought I knew

Far far away someone was weeping

but the world was sleeping, any dream will do.

I wore my coat with golden lining,

Bright colours shining wonderful and new

And in the east the dawn was breaking

And the world was waking, any dream will do.

A crash of drums, a flash of light

My golden cloak flew out of sight

the colours faded into darkness, I was left alone.

May I return to the beginning, the light is dimming

And the dream is too.

The world and I, we are still waiting,

Still hesitating, any dream will do.

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Blowing In the Wind

How many roads must a man walk down

Before they call him a man?

How many seas must a white dove sail,

Before they sleep on the sand?

How many times must a cannon-ball fly,

Before they’re forever banned?

 

The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind

The answer is blowing in the wind.

 

How many years must a mountain exist,

Before it is washed to the sea?

How many years can some people exist,

Before they’re allowed to be free,

How many times can a man turn his head,

And pretend that he just doesn’t see?

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The Battered Elm Tree

From out the battered elm tree

The owl’s cry we hear

And from the distant forest

The cuckoo answers clear

Cuckoo, cuckoo, tu-whit, tu-whit, tu-whoo,

Cuckoo, cuckoo, tu-whit, tu-whit, tu-whoo.

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Teach the World to Sing

I’d like to teach the world to sing

In perfect harmony

And hold it close and in my arms

And keep it company.

 

I’d like to see the world for once

All standing hand in hand

And hear it echo through the years

Of peace throughout the land.

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Mornington Ride

Chorus:

Rocking, rolling, riding

Out along the bay

All bound for Mornington

Many miles away.

 

Driver at the engine

Fireman rings the bell

Sandman swings the lantern

To show that all is well

 

Somewhere there is sunshine

Somewhere there is rain

Somewhere there is Mornington

Many miles away.

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Amazing Grace

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,

That saved a wretch like me,

I once was lost but now I’m found,

Was blind but now I see.

 

‘T’was grace that taught my heart to fear,

And grace my heart relieved,

How precious did that grace appear,

The hour I first believed.

Thro’ many dangers, toils and snares,

I have already come,

‘Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,

And grace will lead me home.

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Lewis Bridal Song

Step we gaily on we go,

Heel for heel and toe for toe,

Arm in arm and row on row,

All for Mari’s wedding.

 

Over hillways up and down,

Myrtle green and bracken brown,

Past the sheiling thro’ the town,

All for sake of Mari.

 

Chorus

Red her cheeks as rowans are,

Bright her eye as any star,

Fairest o’ them a’ by far,

Is our darling Mari.

 

Chorus

Plenty herring, plenty meal,

Plenty peat to fill her creel,

Plenty bonnie bairns as weel,

That’s the toast for Mari.

 

Chorus.

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Mingulay Boat Song

Hill you ho boys, let her go boys,

Bring her head round, now all together,

Hill you ho boys, let her go boys,

Sailing home, home to Mingulay.

What care we tho’ white the Minch is?

What care we, for wind and weather,

Let her go boys, ev’ry inch is,

Wearing home, home to Mingulay.

 

Chorus.

 

Wives are waiting on the bank,

Or looking seaward from the heather.

Pull her round boys, and we’ll anchor,

Ere the sun sets at Mingulay.

 

Chorus.

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The Blair Atholl Song

Here in the heart of Scotland,

Nature’s glories never cease.

Amid the soft green hills of Pertshire,

We have known Blair Atholl’s peace.

 

Haste ye back, haste ye back,

Haste ye back and don’t forget

Happy days here at Blair Atholl,

May God bless our Jamborette.

 

We have clasped our hands in friendship

We have talked into the night,

Each has sung of his own homeland

By the camp-fire’s fading light.

Chorus

 

Some men are blessed with vision,

Jack Stewart was such a man.

He’s no longer here to guide us

But we’ll carry out his plan.

Chorus

 

Now the Jamborette is over

In parting some shed tears

Time can’t rob us of the memories.

May they warm us through the years.

 

Chorus, chorus.

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The Happy Wanderer

I love to go a wandering,

Along the mountain track,

And as I go, I love to sing,

My knapsack on my back.

Val-da-ri Val-da-ra Val-da-ri Val-da-ra

ha ha ha ha ha ha Val-da-ri Val-da-ra

My knapsack on my back.

 

I love to wander by the stream

That dances in the sun,

So joyously it calls to me,

“Come join my happy song!”

 

Chorus

I wave my hat to all I meet,

And they wave back to me.

And blackbirds call so loud and sweet,

From ev’ry greenwood tree.

 

Chorus

Oh may I go awandering,

until the day I die!

Oh may I always laugh and sing,

Beneath God’s clear blue sky!

Chorus.

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Canadian Boat Song

Heigh Ho, anybody home,

Meat or drink or money have I none

Still I will be happy.

(Start quiet, then get louder and louder, then quiet again).

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Barges

Out of my window looking in the night,

I can see the barges flickering light,

Silently flows the river to the sea,

And the barges too go silently.

 

Chorus.

Barges, I would like to go with you,

I would like to sail the ocean blue,

Barges, have you treasure in your hold,

Do you fight with pirates brave and bold.

 

Out of my window looking in the night,

I can see the barges flickering light,

Starboard shines green and port is glowing red

I can see them flickering far ahead.

Out of my window looking in the night

I can see the barges flickering light

Harbour ahead and anchorage in view

I will find my resting place with you.

 

Away from my window on into the night

I will watch till they are out of sight

Taking their cargo far across the sea

I wish that someday they’d take me.

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A Scout Hymn

Grant us, O God, that in our youth

We may learn duty, faith and truth

And by our Promise and our Law

Serve the great end our Founder saw.

 

In brotherhood throughout the world

May the Scout banner be unfurled;

Let not our feet in sin be snared,

Help us in life to Be Prepared.

For Thee, O God, our spirits search;

For Thee, our colours in Thy church;

For Thee, our hope, for Thee, our pride;

For Thee, our strength and all beside.

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Onward, Boy Scouts, Onward

(Tune: Onward, Christian Soldiers)

Onward, Boy Scouts, onward,

Brothers for the right;

Live our Scout Laws gladly,

Onward in their light;

Let our Promise loyally

Mark our trail each day;

So this legend guide our journey,

“Be Prepared” always.

 

Onward, Boy Scouts, onward,

Brothers for the right;

Live our Scout Laws gladly,

Onward in their light.

 

Live the life of honor,

Word that truth designed;

Loyal be and helpful,

Friendly, courteous kind;

Practice now obedience

With a cheerful part;

Thrifty, brave and clean completely,

Reverent in heart.

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Morning Has Broken

Morning has broken

like the first morning;

blackbird has spoken

like the first bird,

Praise for the singing!

praise for the morning!

Praise for them, springing

fresh from the word.

 

Sweet the rain’s new fall

sunlit from heaven,

like the first dewfall

on the first grass,

Praise for the sweetness

of the wet garden,

Sprung in the completeness

where his feet pass.

 

Mine is the sunlight!

Mine is the morning,

Born of the one light

Eden saw play!

Praise with elation,

praise every morning,

God’s recreation

of the new day!

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Kum By Ya

Kum by ya, my Lord, kum by ya,

Kum by ya, my Lord, kum by ya,

Kum by ya, my Lord, kum by ya,

O Lord, kum by ya.

 

Someone’s crying, Lord, kum by ya,

O Lord, kum by ya.

 

Someone’s praying, Lord, kum by ya,

O Lord, kum by ya.

 

Someone’s singing, Lord, kum by ya,

O Lord, kum by ya.

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Rock My Soul

Rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham,

Rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham,

Rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham,

O rock my soul.

 

Too high, can’t get over it,

Too high, can’t get over it,

Too high, can’t get over it,

Got to through the door, O Lordy.

 

Too wide, can’t get round it,

 

Too deep, can’t get under it,

 

Too high, can’t get over it,

Too wide, can’t get round it,

Too deep, can’t get under it,

Got to through the door, O Lordy.

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Praise And Thanksgiving

(Tune – Morning has broken)

Praise and thanksgiving, Father we offer,

for all things living thou madest good;

Harvest of sown fields, fruits of the orchard

hay from the mown fields, blossom and wood.

 

Bless thou the labour we bring to serve thee,

that with our neighbour we may be fed.

Sowing or tilling, we would work with thee;

Harvesting, milling, for daily bread.

 

Father, providing food for thy children,

thy wisdom guiding teaches us share

one with another, so that rejoicing

with us, our brother may know thy care.

 

Then will thy blessing reach every people;

all men confessing thy gracious hand.

Where thy will reigneth no man will hunger;

thy love sustaineth; fruitful the land.

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Michael Row the Boat Ashore

Chorus

Michael row the boat ashore, Alleluia

Michael row the boat ashore, Alleluia

 

Sister help to trim the sail, Alleluia

Sister help to trim the sail, Alleluia

 

The river Jordan is chilly and cold, Alleluia

Chills the body but not the soul, Alleluia

 

The river is deep and the river is wide, Alleluia

Milk and honey on the other side, Alleluia

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Spirit of God

Chorus

Spirit of God, unseen as the wind,

gentle as is the dove,

teach us the truth and help us believe,

show to us Jesus’ love.

 

You spoke to us long, long ago,

gave us the written word,

we read it still, needing its truth,

through it Gods voice is heard.

Without your help, we fail our Lord,

We cannot live his way,

We need your power, we need your strength,

following Christ each day.

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Johnny Appleseed

The Lord is good to me,

And so I thank the Lord,

For giving me the things I need,

The sun, the rain and the appleseed.

The Lord is good to me.

 

And every seed that grows

Will grow into a tree.

And one day soon

There’ll be apples there,

For everyone in the world to share.

The Lord is good to me.

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Make Me a Channel of Your Peace

Make me a channel of your peace:

where there is hatred let me bring your love,

where there is injury, your pardon, Lord,

and where there’s doubt, true faith in you:

 

O Master, grant that I may never seek

so much to be consoled as to console;

to be understood as to understand,

to be loved, as to love with all my soul!

 

Make me a channel of your peace:

where there’s despair in life let me bring hope,

where there is darkness, only light,

and where there’s sadness, ever joy:

O Master, grant ……

 

Make me a channel of your peace:

it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,

in giving of ourselves that we receive,

and in dying that we’re born to eternal life.

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One More Step

One more step along the world I go,

one more step along the world I go:

from the old things to the new

keep me travelling along with you:

 

And it’s from the old I travel to the new;

keep me travelling along with you.

 

Round the corner of the world I turn,

more and more about the world I learn;

all the new things that I see

you’ll be looking at along with me:

 

As I travel through the bad and good,

keep me travelling the way I should;

where I see no way to go

you’ll be telling the way, I know:

 

Give me courage when the world is rough,

keep me loving though the world is tough;

leap and sing in all I do,

keep me travelling along with you:

 

You are older than the world can be,

you are younger than the life in me;

ever old and ever new,

keep me travelling along with you:

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Give Me Oil In My Lamp

Give me oil in my lamp, keep me burning,

give me in my lamp, I pray;

Give me oil in my lamp, keep me burning,

keep me burning till the break of day.

 

Sing hosanna, sing hosanna,

sing hosanna to the King of kings!

Sing hosanna, sing hosanna,

sing hosanna to the King !

 

Give me joy in my heart, keep me praising,

give me joy in my heart, I pray;

give me joy in my heart, keep me praising,

keep me praising till the break of day.

 

Give me peace in my heart, keep me loving,

give me peace in my heart, I pray;

give me peace in my heart, keep me loving,

keep me loving till the break of day.

 

Give me love in my heart, keep me serving,

give me love in my heart, I pray;

give me love in my heart, keep me serving,

keep me serving till the break of day.

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In My Fathers House

Oh come and go with me,

To my father’s house,

To my father’s house,

To my father’s house,

Oh come and go with me,

To my father’s house,

Where there’s peace, peace, peace.

There’s sweet communion there.

There’ll be no parting there.

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When Irish Eyes Are Smiling

When Irish eyes are smiling,

Sure its like a morn in Spring

With a lilt of Irish laughter,

You can hear the angels sing.

 

When Irish hearts are happy,

All the world seems bright & gay,

But when Irish eyes are smiling

Sure they’d steal your heart away.

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Molly Malone

In Dublin’s fair City, where the girls are so pretty

I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone

Where she wheeled her wheel-barrow,

Through streets broad and narrow,

Crying, Cockles and Mussels, Alive, Alive Oh.

Chorus

 

Alive, Alive Oh.

Alive, Alive Oh.

Crying, Cockles and Mussels,

Alive, Alive Oh.

 

She was a fishmonger,

And sure ’twas no wonder,

For so were her father and mother before,

And they both wheeled their barrow,

Through streets broad and narrow,

Crying, Cockles and Mussels, Alive, Alive Oh.

 

She died of a fever,

And no one could save her,

And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone,

Now her ghost wheels her barrow,

Through streets broad and narrow,

Crying, Cockles and Mussels, Alive, Alive Oh.

Mountains of Mourne

Oh Mary this London’s a wonderful sight

With people here working by day and by night

They don’t sow potatoes, nor barley, nor wheat

But there’s gangs of them digging for gold in the streets

 

At least when I asked them that’s what I was told

So I just took a hand at this digging for gold

But for all that I found there I might as well be

where the mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.

 

You remember young Peter O’Loughlin of course

Well now he is here at the head of the force

I met him today he was crossing the strand

And he stopped the whole street with one wave of his hand

 

And there we stood talking of days that were gone

While the whole population of London looked on

But for all his great powers he is wishful like me

To be back where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea.

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Banks of My Own Lovely Lee

How oft do my thoughts in their fancy take flight

To the home of my childhood away,

To the days when each patriot’s vision seemed bright

And I dreamed that these joys should decay.

 

Then my heart was as wild as the wild winds that blow

Down the Mardyke through each elm tree

There I sported and played ‘neath the green leafy shade

On the banks of my own lovely Lee.

There I sported and played ‘neath the green leafy shade

On the banks of my own lovely Lee.

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Oro Se De Beata ‘Bhaile

Oro se de beata ‘bhaile

Oro se de beata ‘bhaile

Oro se de beata ‘bhaile

Anois ar teacht an samhraidh

 

Se de beata a bhean ba leanmhar

B’e ar gcreach tu bheit i ngeibhinn

Do dhuice brea i seilbh meirleac

‘S tu diolta na Gallaibh.

 

Ta Grainne Mhaol ag teacht thar saile

Oglaigh armtha lei mar gharda;

Gaeil iad fein no Gaill na Spainnig

‘S cuirfid ruaig ag Gallaibh

 

A bhui le ri na bhfeart go bhfeiceann

Muna mbeim beo ‘na dhiaidh ach seachtain

Grainne Mhaol agus mile gaiscioc

Ag fogairt fain ar Gallaigh.

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Clementine

In a cavern, in a canyon,

Excavating for a mine

Lived a miner, forty-miner

And his daughter, Clementine.

 

Oh my darling, Oh my darling,

Oh my darling Clementine

Thou art lost and gone for ever

Dreadful sorry, Clementine.

 

Light she was and like a fairy

And her shoes were number nine;

Herring boxes without topses

Sandals were for Clementine.

 

Drove she ducklings to the water

Every morning just at nine

Hit her foot against a splinter

Fell into the foaming brine

 

Saw her lips above the water

Blowing bubbles mighty fine

But alas I was no swimmer

So I lost my Clementine

 

How I messed her, how I missed her

How I missed my Clementine,

But I kissed her little sister

And forgot my Clementine.

 

And the moral of this story

All you Scouts may well define

Mouth-to-Mouth resuscitation

Would have saved my Clementine

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Everybody Loves Saturday Night

Everybody loves Saturday night

Everyone loves Saturday night

Everybody, everybody,

Everybody, everybody,

Everybody loves Saturday night

 

Tout la monde aime Samedi soir                (French)

Jederman liebt Samstag abend                (German)

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What Shall We Do

What shall we do with a —– who’s dozy

Lies in bed when the morn is rosy,

Won’t get up ‘cos he says he’s cosy

Early in the morning.

 

Hooray an’ up he rises,

Hooray an’ up he rises,

Hooray an’ up he rises,

Early in the morning.

 

Take him, shake him and jolly well wake him,

Take him, shake him and jolly well wake him,

Take him, shake him and jolly well wake him,

Early in the morning.

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Taps

Day is done, Gone the sun,

From the sea, from the hills, from the sky.

All is well, safely rest,

God is nigh.

 

Fading light dims the sight;

And a star gems the sky, gleaming bright,

From afar, drawing nigh,

Falls the night.

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Daylight Taps

Thanks and praise for our days

‘Neath the sun, ‘neath the stars, ‘neath the sky.

As we go, this we know.

God is nigh.

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A Vesper

(Tune: Tannenbaum)

Softly falls the light of day,

While our camp-fire fades away;

Silently each Scout should ask

‘Have I done my daily task?’

‘Have I kept my honour bright?’

‘Can I guiltless sleep tonight?’

‘Have I done and have I dared, in

Everything to be prepared?’

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The Day Thou Gavest

The day Thou gavest, Lord, is ended;

The darkness falls at Thy behest;

To Thee our morning hymns ascended,

Thy praise shall sanctify our rest.

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Go Well And Safely

Go well and safely,

Go well and safely,

Go well and safely,

The Lord be ever with you.

 

Stay well and safely,

Stay well and safely,

Stay well and safely,

The Lord be ever with you.

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Goodnight, Ladies

Goodnight ladies, goodnight ladies,

Goodnight ladies, we’re going to leave you now.

 

Chorus

Merrily we roll along, roll along, roll along,

Merrily we roll along,

O’er the deep blue sea.

 

Goodnight Cub Scouts,

Goodnight Scouts,

Goodnight Girl Guides,

 

Alternative first verse and chorus

 

Goodnight campers, goodnight campers,

Goodnight campers, it’s time to say goodnight.

 

Chorus

Sadly it’s time to part, time to part, time to part,

Sadly it’s time to part, and to say goodnight

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Norwegian Echo

We have campfired here

By the deep blue sea

And the slender trees

On a lonesom isle

 

All that we hold dear

In the north and south

Can be seen so clear

in the golden glow

 

As the sun goes down

Everything is still

Then our camp-fire song

Echoes o’er the hill.

 

We have campfired here,

By the deep deep fjord.

And the slender trees,

On Norwegian soil.

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An Tamhran Naisunta

Sinne Fianne Fail, ata faoi gheall ag Eireinn

Buion dar slua thar toinn do rainig chugainn

Faoi mhoiod bheith saor, seantir ar sinsear feasta

Ni fhagtar faoin tioran na faoinn traill.

 

Anocht a theam sa bearna baoil

Le gean a Ghaeil chun bais no saoil,

Le gunna-screach, faoi lamhach na boilear

Seo libh canaig amhran na bhfiann.

 

Or

 

Soldiers are we whose lives are pledged to Ireland

Some have come from a land beyond the wave,

Sworn to be free, no more our ancient sireland

Shall shelter the despot or the slave.

Tonight we’ll man the “bearna baoil”

In Erin’s cause, come woe or wail,

‘Mid cannons’ roar and rifles’ peal

We’ll chant a soldiers song.

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Camptown Races

The Camptown ladies sing this song

Doo-dah! Doo-dah!

The Camptown racetrack’s five miles long

Oh! doo-dah day!

 

Chorus:

Goin’ to run all night

Goin’ to run all day

I bet my money on a bob-tailed nag

Somebody bet on the gray

 

I come down there with my hat caved in

Doo-dah! doo-dah!

I go back home with a pocket full of tin

Oh! de doo-dah day!

 

The long tail filly and the big black hoss

Doo-dah! Doo-dah!

They fly the track and they both cut across

Oh! de doo-dah day!

 

The blind hoss sticken in a big mud hole

Doo-dah! doo-dah!

Can’t touch bottom with a ten foot pole

Oh! de doo-dah day!

 

Old muley cow come on to the track

Doo-dah! Doo-dah!

The bob-tail fling her over his back

Oh! de doo-dah day!

 

Then fly along like a rail-road car

Doo-dah! doo-dah!

Runnin’ a race with a shootin’ star

Oh! de doo-dah day!

 

See them flyin’ on a ten mile heat

Doo-dah! Doo-dah!

Round the race track, then repeat

Oh! doo-dah day!

 

I win my money on the bob-tail nag

Doo-dah! doo-dah!

I keep my money in an old tow-bag

Oh! de doo-dah day!

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Pizza Hut

A pizza hut, A pizza hut (make shape of a house with index fingers twice)

Kentucky fried chicken (flap arms like a chicken) and a pizza hut

Macdonald’s, Macdonald’s (point out arches in opposite directions)

Kentucky fried chicken and a pizza hut

Macdonald’s, Macdonald’s, Kentucky fried chicken and a pizza hut

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The Motorcycle Policeman’s Got a Puncture In His Tyre

The motor cycle policeman’s got a puncture in his tyre

The motorcycle policeman’s got a puncture in his tyre

The motorcycle policeman’s got a puncture in his tyre

So he mended it with chewing gu-u-um

 

Chorus:

Chewy chewy chewy cheww eey

Chewy chewy chewy cheww eey

Chewy chewy chewy cheww eey

And he mended it with chewing gu-u-um

 

The tune to this is John Brown’s body. Each time it is sung through, a word is dropped out and replaced with a sound and an action as follows :-

 

The motor cycle –  vroom vroom (like revving the throttle on a motorbike)

Policeman – nick nick   ( make hand like a duck’s beak, open & close it, on head)

Puncture – hissssss    (pointy/stabby motion with index finger)

Tyre – high pitched wooooooo (each hand points out half a circle in front of you)

Chewing – (like you’re stretching the gum from your mouth)

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Marilyn Monroe

My name is Marilyn Monroe, and I’m a movie star,

I’ve got a fabulous figure and a push-up bra,

I’ve got bright red lips, and sexy hips,

I want you, to do it again!

 

The actions are fairly self-explanatory – just show off each part of your body as it is mentioned.

 

It starts off with just one scout singing it, then at ‘you’ s/he points at someone in the crowd. They get up and sing, and both scouts point to someone at the end until everyone is up there 🙂 Leaders almost always get picked pretty soon!

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Crazy Moose Song

This is a repeat after me song

There was a crazy moose (there was a crazy moose)

Who liked to drink a lot of juice (who liked to drink a lot of juice)

There was a crazy moose (there was a crazy moose)

Who liked to drink a lot of juice (who liked to drink a lot of juice)

 

Chorus

Singing way-oh, way oh (singing way-oh, way-oh)

Way-up, way-up, way-up way-up (way-up, way-up, way-up, way-up)

Way oh, way oh (way oh, way oh)

Way-up, way-up, way-up, way-up (way-up, way-up, way-up way-up)

 

The moose’s name was Fred.

He liked to drink his juice in bed.

 

He drank his juice with care,

But he spilled some in his hair.

 

Now he’s a sticky moose.

A moose covered in juice.

 

All his hair went stiff.

So he combed it in a quiff.

 

His friends began to laugh.

So he had to take a bath.

 

As the water went down,

Fred the moose began to drown.

Singing glug-glug-glug-glug

 

Now let’s all count to five.

Fred the moose is back alive.

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A Very Rude Song to Finish

To the tune of the ‘Yellow Rose of Texas’

There is a winding passage that leads up to my heart

And what comes down this passage is commonly called a fart

A fart is very useful, it sets the mind at ease

It warms the bed on Winter nights and disinfects the fleas!

 

A fart it is quite wonderful it’s made inside your belly

It passes through you bottom and it’s often very smelly

Everybody does them from vicars down to Queens

And you can do some corking chuffs if you’ve been eating beans

 

So hurrah for your methane, 3 cheers for your trumps

But if you strain a tad too hard… please check your pants for lumps!

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Baby Bumble Bee

I’m bringing home my baby bumble bee

Won’t my Mommy be so proud of me

I’m bringing home my baby bumble bee –

OUCH!! It stung me!!

 

I’m squishin’ up my baby bumble bee

Won’t my Mommy be so proud of me

I’m squishin’ up my baby bumble bee –

EW!! What a mess!!

 

I’m lickin’ up my baby bumble bee

Won’t my Mommy be so proud of me

I’m lickin’ up my baby bumble bee –

ICK!! I feel sick!!

 

I’m throwin’ up my baby bumble bee

Won’t my Mommy be so proud of me

I’m throwin’ up my baby bumble bee –

OH!! What a mess!!

 

I’m wipin’ up my baby bumble bee

Won’t my Mommy be so proud of me

I’m wipin’ up my baby bumble bee –

OOPS!! Mommy’s new towel!!

 

I’m wringin’ out my baby bumble bee

Won’t my Mommy be so proud of me

I’m wringing out my baby bumble bee –

Bye-Bye baby bumble bee!!

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I’m a Nut (Day Camps Version)

I’m just a little acorn round,

Lying on the cold, hard ground,

Someone cam and trod on me,

That is why I’m cracked you see,

 

I’m a nut!

(Click, click with tongue)

I’m a nut!

(Click, click with tongue)

I’m a nut!

(Click, click with tongue)

 

Called myself on the telephone,

Just to see if I was home,

Asked myself out on a date,

Told myself not to be late,

 

(Chorus)

 

Took myself to the movie show

Sat myself on the very back row,

Wrapped my arms around my waist,

Got so fresh I slapped my face,

 

(Chorus)

 

I’m crazy.

(Temporary ending until remembered what real ending is)

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Hunk of Tin

I’m a little hunk of tin

Nobody knows what shape I’m in

I’ve got four wheels and a running board

I’m not a Chevy, I’m a Ford

 

Honk honk rattle rattle rattle crash beep beep

Honk honk rattle rattle rattle crash beep beep

Honk honk rattle rattle rattle crash beep beep

 

Grandpa’s beard is long and grey

It gets longer every day

Grandma eats it in her sleep

Says it tastes like shredded wheat

 

(Chorus)

 

I’m a little acorn round

Lying on the cold, cold ground

Everybody steps on me

That is why I’m cracked you see

 

(Chorus)

 

I’m a little TNT

I’m as cute as I can be

I can sing and I can dance

I wear ruffles on my (oops, boys, take another guess)

I wear ruffles on my dress

 

(Chorus)

 

Romeo and Juliet,

On the toilet seat they met,

Romeo said to Juliet,

You’re the ugliest chick I ever met.

 

(Chorus)

 

Coca-Cola went to town,

Diet Pepsi shot him down.

Dr. Pepper fixed him up,

Now we all drink 7-Up.

 

Actions:

Honk: Pull your earlobe

Rattle: Shake your head back and forth quickly

Crash: Hit your chin with the heal of your hand

Beep: Hit your nose with your fingers

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The Littlest Worm

tune: Sipping Cider Through a Straw

The littlest worm, (everyone echo)

I ever saw (echo)

Was curled up in (echo)

My soda straw (echo, etc)

 

(all together)

The littlest worm I ever saw, was curled up in my soda straw.

 

He said to me

don’t take a sip

for it you do

I surly slip

 

He said to me don’t take a sip, for if you do I surely slip.

 

I took a sip

and he went down

right through my pipes

he must have drowned

 

I took a sip and he went down, right through my pipes he must have downed.

 

I coughed him up

and he was dead

I buried him

in my leader’s bed (or insert a leader’s name)

 

I coughed him up and he was dead, I buried him in my counselors bed

 

He was my pal

he was my friend

but now he’s gone

and thats the end

 

He was my pal, he was my friend, but now he’s gone and thats the end

 

That is the end

there is no more

until I meet

that worm once more.

 

That is the end, there is no more, until I meet that worm once more.

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My Mama don’t wear no socks

Can be sung so the song leader sings the main words and the rest of the campfire answers with the ding-dongs

My Mama don’t wear no socks

A ding dong

I saw ’em when she took ’em off

A ding dong

She threw them in the tree

A ding dong

Now the dogs refuse to pee

A ding dong dong dong dong

A ding dong dong dong dong

A ding dong

 

She threw them on my bed

– now my poor Teddy’s dead

She threw them in her bed

– now dad sleeps in the shed

She threw them under the bed

– left all the cockroaches dead

She served them up for lunch

– but no one wanted much

She put them in the fridge

– now we all live under a bridge

She threw them in the sky

– now Superman refuses to fly

She threw them in the air

– now Superman’s on medicare

She threw them over the fence

– haven’t seen the neighbor since

She threw them on the wall

– now Spiderman won’t crawl

She threw them on the ceiling

– now the paint’s all peeling

She threw them in a boat

– now that boat can’t float

She threw them at the cat

– now the cat’s a welcome mat

She threw them on the clock

– now the clock don’t tick or tock

She threw them up towards heaven

– brought down a 7-4-7

She threw them in the garbage can

– killed 3 rats and the garbage man

She threw them in the washing machine

– now all the clothes are green

She threw them at a squirrel

– made that poor squirrel hurl

She threw them at a rock

– that rock got up and walked

She threw them at a bus

– you should have heard it cuss

She threw them at a flower

– now it’s praying for an April shower

She threw them in the fire

– that made the fire expire

She threw them in my Coke

– I took a sip and nearly croaked.

She threw them at the sun

– Made the sun dial 911

She threw them on a telephone wire

– Started the Chicago fire

She threw them in a hole

– Wouldn’t touch ’em with a 10 foot pole

She thew them in outer space

– That’s the end of the human race

She threw them at King Kong

– That’s the end of this silly song

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The Princess Pat

Actions in brackets

This is a repeat after me song (apart from the chorus)

The Princess Pat (Egyptian hand movement & hips)?

Lived in a tree (Arms up over heads, making a tree bow)

She sailed across (wave hands over water)

The seven seas (Seven fingers, wave hands over water)?

She sailed across (Repeat hand wave over water)?

the Channel too (thumb and finger channel, two fingers)

and she took with her (sling bag over shoulder)?

a rickabamboo (hands wave down move hips)
Chorus:

A rickabamboo (hands wave down)?

Now what is that?

Its a something made? (move fists one on top of the other)

By the Princess Pat (repeat Egyptian move)

Its a red and gold (hand on right hip)

and a purple too (hand on left hip)

That’s why its called

a rickabamboo (repeat motion)

 

Now Captain Jack (stand at Alert)?

Had a mighty fine crew (salute)?

They sailed across the channel too (as above)

but their ship sank (hold noses and move body down)

and your’s will too (point out and finger two)

if you don’t take (sling bag over shoulder)

a rickabamboo (hands wave down)

 

(CHORUS)

 

The Princess Pat, saw Captain Jack.

She reeled him in, and brought him back.

She saved his life, and his crew’s too,

And do y’ know how?- with the rickabamboo!

 

(CHORUS)

 

The Princess Pat’s Battalion

They sailed across the Herring Pond,

They sailed across the Channel too,

And landed there with the Ric-A-Dam-Doo

Dam-Doo, Dam-Doo.

 

(CHORUS)

 

The Princess Pat’s Battalion Scouts

They never knew their whereabouts.

If there’s a pub within a mile or two,

You’ll find them there with the Ric-A-Dam-Doo,

Dam-Doo, Dam-Doo.

 

(CHORUS)

 

The Lewis Guns are always true

To every call of the Ric-A-Dam-Doo.

They’re always there with a burst or two

Whenever they see the Ric-A-Dam-Doo,

Dam-Doo, Dam-Doo.

 

(CHORUS)

 

The Bombers of the Princess Pat’s

Are scared of naught, excepting rats,

They’re full of pep and dynamite too,

They’d never lose the Ric-A-Dam-Doo,

Dam-Doo, Dam-Doo.

 

(CHORUS)

 

The Transport of the Princess Pat’s

Are all dressed up in Stetson hats.

They shine their brass and limbers too

I believe they’d shine the Ric-A-Dam-Doo,

Dam-Doo, Dam-Doo.

 

(CHORUS)

 

Old Number Three, our company

We must fall in ten times a day.

If we fell out ‘twould never do

For then we’d lose the Ric-A-Dam-Doo,

Dam-Doo, Dam-Doo.

 

(CHORUS)

 

Old Charlie S., our Major dear,

Who always buys us rum and beer,

If there’s a trench in a mile or two

You’ll find him there with the Ric-A-Dam-Doo,

Dam-Doo, Dam-Doo.

 

(CHORUS)

 

Old Ackity-Ack, our Colonel grand,

The leader of this noble band,

He’d go to Hell and charge right through

Before he’d lose the Ric-A-Dam-Doo,

Dam-Doo, Dam-Doo.

 

(CHORUS)

 

Old Hammy Gault, our first PP,

He led this band across the sea,

He’d lose an arm, or leg or two

Before he’d lose the Ric-A-Dam-Doo,

Dam-Doo, Dam-Doo.

 

(CHORUS)

 

And then we came to Sicily.

We leapt ashore with vim and glee.

The Colonel said the Wops are through

Let’s chase the Hun with the Ric-A-Dam-Doo,

Dam-Doo, Dam-Doo.

 

(CHORUS)

 

The Ric-A-Dam-Doo, pray what is that?

‘Twas made at home by Princess Pat,

It’s Red and Gold and Royal Blue,

That’s what we call the Ric-A-Dam-Doo,

Dam-Doo, Dam-Doo.

 

(CHORUS)

That’s why its called – a rickabamboo

(repeat getting quieter each time)

 

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