Day 1 Flag Ceremony Song
California State Flag
California, Here I come!
Cal-i-for-nia, Here I come!
Right back where I start-ed from.
Where bow-ers of flow-ers
Bloom in the sun.
Each morn-ing at dawn-ing
Bird-ies sing and ev-‘ry-thing
A sun-kissed miss said,
Don’t be late.
That’s why I can hard-ly wait.
O-pen up that Gold-en Gate:
Cal-i-for-nia, Here I Come!
Day 2 Flag Ceremony Song
Queen Anne Flag
America
My country ‘tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing:
Land whee my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrim’s pride,
From every mountain side,
Let freedom ring.
Our father’s God to thee,
Author of liberty,
To thee we sing’
Long may our land be bright,
With Freedom’s holy light,
Protect us by Thy might,
Great God, our King.
Day 3 Flag Ceremony Song
Washington’s Cruisers (Pine Tree Flag)
Yankee Doodle
O father and I went down to camp,
Along with Captain Good’in,
And there we saw the men and boys,
As thick as hasty puddin’.
(chorus)
Yankee Doodle keep it up,
Yankee Doodle dandy,
Mind the music and the step
And with the girls be handy.
And there we saw a thousand men
As rich as Squire David;
And what they wasted ev’ry day,
I wish it could be saved.
(chorus)
And there was Captain Washington,
Upon a slapping stallion,
A-giving orders to his men,
I guess there were a million.
(chorus)
And then the feathers on his head,
They looked so very fine, ah1
I wanted peskily to get
To give to my Jemima.
(chorus)
Day 4 Flag Ceremony Song
Gadsden Flag (Rattlesnake)
America the Beautiful
O, beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties,
Above the fruited plain.
America! America!
God shed His Grace on thee,
And crown Thy good with brotherhood,
From sea to shining sea.
O, beautiful for Pilgrim feet,
Whose stern impassioned stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness.
America! America!
God mend thine every flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law.
O, beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife,
Who more than self their country loved,
And mercy more than life.
America! America!
May God thy gold refine,
‘Til all success be nobleness,
And every gain divine.
Day 5 Flag Ceremony Song
Grand Union Flag
Grand Old Flag
It’s a grand old flag. It’s a igh flying flag
And forever in peace may she wave.
It’s the emblem of the land I love…
The home of the free and the brave.
Every heart beats true
For the red, white and blue
With never a boast or brag.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
Keep your eye on the grand old flag.
Day 6 Flag Ceremony Song
Betsy Ross Flag
Columbia, the Gem of the Ocean
Columbia, the gem of the ocean,
The home of the brave and the free,
The shrine of each patriot’s devotion,
A world offers homage to thee.
Thy mandates make heroes assemble,
When liberty’s form stands in view,
Thy banners make tyranny tremble,
When borne by the red, white and blue.
When borne by the red, white and blue,
When borne by the red, white and blue,
Thy banners make tyranny tremble,
When borne by the red, white and blue.
Day 7 Flag Ceremony Song
Star Spangled Banner
The Star Spangled Banner
O-o say can you see,
By the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hailed,
At the twilight’s last gleaming?
Whose bright stripes and bright stars,
Through the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched,
Were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets red glare,
The bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night,
That our flag was still there!
O say does that star-spangled
Banner yet wave,
O’er the land of the free,
And the home of the brave?
Day 8 Flag Ceremony Song
Flag of 1818
God Bless America
God Bless America, land that I love.
Stand beside her, and guide her,
Through the night with a light from above.
From the mountains, to the prairies,
To the oceans, white with foam.
God bless America, my home sweet home,
God bless America, my home sweet home.
Addam’s Family
They’re creepy and they’re kooky
Mysterious and spooky
They’re altogether ooky
The Addam’s family
Their house is a museum
When people come to see ‘em
They really are a scre-am
The Addam’s family
Neat, sweet, petite
So get a witch’s shawl on
A broomstick you can crawl on
We’re gonna pay a call on
The Addam’s family
Amazing Grace
Amazing grace! How sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found.
Was blind, but now I see.
‘Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed!
Through many dangers, tolls and snares,
I have already come;
It’s grace that brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.
When we’ve been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise,
Than when we first begun.
Amazing Grace! How warm the sound
That gave new life to me.
He will my shield and protion be
His Word my hope secures.
America, America
America, America
How can I tell you how I feel?
You have given me many treasures,
I love you so. (repeat as a round)
Battle Hymn of the Republic
Mine eyes have seen the glory
Of the coming of the Lord.
He is trampling out the vintage
Where the grapes of wrath are stored.
He hath loosed the fateful lightning
Of His terrible swift sword.
His truth is marching on.
(Chorus)
Glory, Glory, hallelujah!
Glory, Glory, hallelujah!
Glory, Glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
He has sounded forth the trumpet
That shall never sound retreat.
He is sifting out he hearts of men
Before the judgment seat.
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him!
Be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.
(chorus)
The Bear
(Tune: Sippin’ Cider)
The other day, (repeat) I met a bear, (repeat)
In tennis shoes, (repeat) a dandy pair. (repeat)
(repeat together)
He looked at me, (repeat) I looked at him; (repeat)
He sized up me, (repeat) I sized up him. (repeat)
(repeat together)
He said to me, (repeat) “Why don’t you run? (repeat)
I see you ain’t (repeat) got any gun.” (repeat)
(repeat together)
And so I ran, (repeat) away from there, (repeat)
But right behind (repeat) me was that bear. (repeat)
(repeat together)
Ahead of me, (repeat) I spied a tree, (repeat)
A great big tree, (repeat) oh lucky me! (repeat)
(repeat together)
The lowest branch (repeat) was ten feet up, (repeat)
I’d have to jump, (repeat) and trust my luck. (repeat)
(repeat together)
And so I jumped, (repeat) into the air, (repeat)
But I missed that branch, (repeat) a way up there. (repeat)
(repeat together)
Now don’t you fret, (repeat) now don’t you frown, (repeat)
‘Cause I caught that branch, (repeat) on the way back down. (repeat)
(repeat together)
The moral of, (repeat) this story is, (repeat)
Don’t talk to bears, (repeat) in tennis shoes. (repeat)
(repeat together)
This is the end, (repeat) there ain’t no more, (repeat)
Unless I meet, (repeat) that bear once more. (repeat)
(repeat together)
Beep Beep
(Faster with each verse)
While riding in my Cadillac, much to my surprise,
Was a little Nash-Rambler right behind me,
About one half my size.
(Chorus)
The guy must have wanted to pass me up
As he kept on blowing his horn.
I’ll show him that a Cadillac is not a car to scorn.
Beep Beep! Beep, Beep! His horn went Beep, Beep, Beep!
I put my foot down to the floor, to give the guy the shake.
But the little Nash-Rambler stayed right behind,
He still had on his brake.
(chorus)
I shifted into the passing gear, and it became a race.
For a Rambler to beat a Cadillac
Would be a big disgrace.
(chorus)
Now we’re doing a hundred and twenty, as fast as I can go.
The little Nash-Rambler pulled up beside me, like we’re going slow.
The fellow rolls down his window, and yells for me to hear,
“Hey buddy how can I get this car OUT OF SECOND GEAR!”
Be Kind to Your Web-Footed Friends
Be kind to your web-footed friends,
For a duck may be somebody’s mother.
Be kind to your friends in the swamp…
Where the weather’s always damp.
You may think that this is the end,
Well—it is!
Be Prepared
Oh, be prepared, prepared, prepared,
The motto of the Boy Scouts.
Oh, be prepared, prepared, prepared,
The motto of the Scouts!
Prepared, prepared, the motto of a good Scout
Prepared, prepared, the motto of a Scout.
Beverly Hillbillies
Come ‘n listen to my story ‘bout a man named Jed
A poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed
And then one day, he was shootin’ at some food
And up through the ground come a bubblin’ crude
Oil, that is, black gold, Texas tea.
Well the first thing you know, old Jed’s a millionaire
Kin folk said, Jed, move away from there!
Said, Californy is the place you oughta be!
So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly
Hills, that is, swimmin’ pools, movie stars.
Well, now it’s time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin
They would like to thank you folks for kindly droppin’ in
You’re all invited back again to this locality
To have a heapin’ helpin’ of their hospitality
Hillbilly, that is, set a spell, take your shoes off.
Y’all come back now, hear?
The Brady Bunch
Here’s the story
Of a lovely lady
Who was bringing up three very lovely girls
All of them had hair of gold
Like their mother
The youngest one in curls
It’s the story
Of a man named Brady
Who was busy with three boys of his own
They were four men
Living all together
Yet they were all alone
‘Til the one day
when the lady met this fellow
and they knew that it was much more than a hunch
that this group must somehow form a family
that’s the way we all became The Brady Bunch
Buckskin Hymn
High above the desert valleys
In the Jeffrey Pines:
Land of Indian lore and legend
Brotherhood we find.
Here we work and play together
Serving as we learn
May our service always keep us
Loyal Buckskin Men.
Silver moon and deep blue heavens
Speak to us tonight:
Of all we owe to God and Country:
Our duty in his sight.
Grant us wisdom and the knowledge
To teach our brother Scouts;
May we always speak and act as
Loyal Buckskin Men.
Buckskin Men Together
Buckskin Men together
Taking to the workd
Scouting ways forever
With Flags and Banners mightily unfurled.
To Our Oath and Scout Law
True we’ll ever be,
With every Troop in Baldy’s region
Bound together in our legion,
Buckskin Men are we!
Bugs Bunny Overture
(This is it)
Overture, curtain, lights
This is it, the night of nights
No more rehearsing and nursing our parts
We know every part by heard
Overture curtain lights
This is it , to hit the heights
And, O what heights we’ll hit
On with the show, this is it
Tonight what heights we’ll hit
On with the show, this is it
The Caisson Song
Over hill, over dale, we have hit the dusty trail
And those caissons go rolling along.
In and out hear them shout “Counter march and turn about,”
And those caissons go rolling along
Then it’s Hi! Hi! Hee! In the Field Artillery,
Sound off your numbers loud and strong.
Where e’er you go, you will always know
That those caissons are rolling along, keep them rolling,
And those caissons go rolling along.
Through the storm, through the night,
Up to where the Doughboys fight,
And our caissons go rolling along.
At zero we’ll be there,
Answering every call and flare,
While our caissons go rolling along.
Camp Grenada
Hello Muddah, hello Faddah
Here I am at camp Grenada
Camp is very entertaining
And they say well have some fun if it stops raining
I went hiking with Joe Spivey
He developed poison ivy
You remember Leonard Skinner
He got Ptomaine poisoning last night after dinner
All the counselors hate the waiters
And the lake has alligators
And the head coach wants no sissies
So he reads to us from something called Ulysses
Now I don’t want this should scare ya’
But my bunkmate has Malaria
You remember Jeffrey Hardy
They’re about to organize a searching party
Take me home, oh Muddah, Faddah
Take me home, I hate Grenada
Don’t leave me out in the forest where
I might get eaten by ea bear
Take me home
I promise I will not make noise, or
Mess the house with other boys
Oh please don’t make me stay
I’ve been here one whole day
Dearest Faddah, Darling Muddah
How’s my precious little bruddah
Let me come home if you miss me
I would even let Aunt Bertha hug and kiss me
Wait a minute, it’s stopped hailing
Guys are swimming, Guys are sailing
Playing baseball, gee that’s bettah
Muddah, Faddah kindly disregard this letter.
Canadian Infantry
(chorus)
Old king Cole was a merry old sole
And a merry old sole was he.
He called for his pipe and called for his bowl
And called for his fiddlers three.
Buglers: “Rote, tooty, tooty, toot,” said the buglers.
(refrain)
And merry men are we.
There’s none so fair as can compare
With the Canadian infantry. (chorus)
Corporals: “Left, right, lefvt, right, left,”
Said the corporals. & 1 (refrain)(chorus)
Sergeants: “Blankety, blank, blankety, blank, blank”
Said the sergeants. & 2, 1 (refrain)(chorus)
Captains: “We want leave for a year”
Said the captains. & 3, 2, 1 (refrain)(chorus)
Generals: “The army’s going to the dogs”
Said the generals. & 4, 3, 2, 1 (refrain)(chorus)
The Captain
(Tune: “My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean”)
The sailors, they eat in the galley,
The captain, he eats in the nob,
It isn’t he eats any better,
It’s so they won’t know he’s a slob.
(chorus)
Shape up! Shape up!
Shape up or ship out today, today.
Shape up! Shape up!
Shape up or ship out today.
The sailors, they sleep in their hammocks.
The captain, he sleeps in his bed.
It’s not that he sleeps any better,
He’s 20 feet nearer the head.
(chorus)
The sailors, they ride in the longboat,
The captain, he rides in his gig.
It’s not that he rides any better,
It makes the old buzzard feel big!
(chorus)
Casey Jones
Come all you rounders if you want to hear,
A story ‘bout a breave engineer.
Casey Jones was the rounder’s name,
On a six eight wheeler, Boys, he won his fame.
The caller called Casey at half past four,
Kissed his wife at he station door,
Mounted to the cabin with his orders in his hand,
And took his farewell trip to the promise land.
(chorus)
Casey Jones, mounted to the cabin,
Casey Jones, with his orders in his hand,
Casey Jones, mounted to the cabin,
And he took his farewell trip to the promised land.
Put your water and shovel in your coal.
Put your head out the window, watch them drivers roll.
“I’ll run her till she leaves the rail
‘Cause I’m eight hours late with that western mail.”
He looked at his watch and his watch was slow.
He looked at the water and the water was low.
He turned to the fireman and then he said,
“We’re goin to reach Frisco but we’ll all be dead.”
(chorus)
Casey pulled up at that Reno Hill.
He tooted at the crossing with a nawful shrill.
The swithcman knew by the engine’s moans,
That the man at the throttle was Casey Jones.
He pulled up within two miles of the place.
Number Four stared him right in the face.
He turned to the fireman said, “Boy, you better jump.
‘Cause there’s two locomotives that’s a goin’ to bump.”
(chorus)
Casey said just before he died,
“There’s two more roads that I’d like to ride.”
The fireman said, “What could that be?”
“The Souther Pacific and the Santa Fe.”
Mrs. Jones sat on her bed a sigh’n.
Just received a message that Casey was dyin’.
Said, “Go to bed children and hush your cryin’
‘Cause you got another papa on the Salt Lake Line.”
(chorus)
Church in the Wildwood
There’s a church in the valley by the wildwood,
No lovelier place on the dale;
No spot is so dear to my childhood,
As the little brown church in the vale.
(chorus)
Oh-h come, come, come,
Come to the church in the wildwood,
Oh, come to the church in the dale.
No spot is so dear to my childhood,
As the little brown church in the vale.
How sweet on a clear Sabbath morning,
To list’ to the clear ringing bell;
Its tones so sweetly are calling,
Oh, come to the church in the vale.
(chorus)
Clementine
In a cavern, in a canyon,
Excavating for a mine,
Lived a miner, forty-niner,
And his daughter, Clementine.
(chorus)
Oh, my darling, Oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Clementine,
You are lost and gone forever.
Dreadful sorry, Clementine.
Light she was, and like a feather,
And her shoes were number nine.
Herring boxes, without topses,
Sandals were for Clementine.
(chorus)
Drove her ducklings to the water,
Every morning just at nine.
Hit her foot upon a splinter,
Fell into the foaming brine.
(chorus)
Ruby lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles soft and fine.
As for me, I was no swimmer,
And I lost my Clementine.
(chorus)
How I missed her, how I missed her,
How I missed my Clementine.
Then I kissed her little sister,
And forgot dear Clementine.
(chorus)
Now you Boy Scouts, there’s a moral,
To this little tale of mine.
Artificial respiration
Would have saved my Clementine.
(chorus)
Cool Water
All day I’ve faced the barren waste without the taste
Of water…cool water.
Old Dan and I with throats burned dry and souls that
Cry for water, Cool, (water) clear, (water) water (water).
(chorus)
Keep-a movin’ Dan, don’t you listen to him, Dan,
He’s the devil not a man and he spreads
The burning sand with water.
Dan can’t you see that big green tree
Where the water’s running ree and it’s waiting
There for you and me…Water, cool, clear water.
The nights are cool and I’m a fool.
Each star’s a pool of water…cool water.
But with the dawn I’ll wake and yawn
And carry on to water, cool, clear water.
(chorus)
The shadows sway and seem to say
Tonight we’ll pray for water…cool water.
And way up there, he’ll hear our prayer,
And show us where there’s water…
Cool, (water) clear, (water) water.
(chorus)
Cuckoo Bird Song
(Swiss version)
In the springtime around the lake
As I wandered along,
I spied a young cuckoo bird
A-singing its song.
(chorus)
(hand motion for this section: imitate chirping bird)
Oh, Oh, Oh!
Boom-a-la-kee-kee, boom-a-la-cuckoo.
Boom-a-la-kee-kee, boom-a-la-cuckoo.
Boom-a-la-kee-kee, boom-a-la-cuckoo.
Boom-a-la-kee-kee, boom!
(Each verse adds a new sound to the chorus and a new hand motion)
In the springtime around the lake
As I wandered along,
I spied a big brown bear
A-singing his song.
(new hand motion: imitate paws of attacking bear)
Oh, Oh, Oh!
Boom-a-la-kee-kee, boom-a-la-ka-growl, growl, cuckoo.
Boom-a-la-kee-kee, boom-a-la-ka-growl, growl, cuckoo.
Boom-a-la-kee-kee, boom-a-la-ka-growl, growl, cuckoo.
Boom-a-la-kee-kee, boom!
(New hand motion: milk the cow.)
…I spied an old dairy cow
A-singing her song.
…boom-a-la-ka-moo, moo, growl, growl, cuckoo.
(New hand motion: throw a kiss)
…I spied a young dairy maid
A-singing her song
…Boom-a-la-ka-kiss, kiss, moo, moo, growl, growl, cuckoo.
(New hand motion: shooting a rifle)
…I spied her old daddy
A-singing his song.
…Boom-a-la-ka-boom, boom, kiss, kiss, moo, moo, growl, growl, cuckoo.
Danny Boy
Oh, Danny Boy, the pipes the pipes are callin’
From glen to glen and down the mountain side.
The summer’s gone and all the oses fallin’
‘Tis you, ‘Tis you must go an I must ‘bide.
But come ye back when summer’s in the meadow,
Or when the valley’s hushed and white with snow.
‘Tis I’ll be here in sunshine or in shadow,
Oh, Danny Boy, Oh, Danny Boy, I love you so.
And when you come and all the flowers are dyin’
If I am dead, as dead I well may be,
You’ll come and find the place where I am lyi’
And kneel and say an ‘Ave’ there for me,
And I shall hear tho’ soft you tread above me,
And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be.
If you will bend and tell me that you love me,
Then I shall sleep in peace, until you come to me.
Day-O
(chorus)
Day-o, Day-o, daylight come and me want go home.
Day-o, Day-o, daylight come and me want go home.
Work all night on a drink of rum
Daylight come and me wan’ go home.
Stack bananas till the morning come,
Daylight come and me wan’ go home.
Hey, Mr. Tally man, tally me bananas
Daylight come and me wan’ go home.
(repeat) (chorus)
Pick six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch,
Daylight come and me wan’ go home.
(repeat) (chorus)
A beautiful bunch of ripe bananas,
Daylight come and me wan’ go home.
Hide the deadly black tarantula,
Daylight come and me wan’ go home.
(chorus)
Dixie
I wish I was in the land of cotton,
Old times there are not forgotten;
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixieland.
In Dixieland where I was born,
Early on a frosty mornin’;
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixieland.
I wish I was in Dixie, Hurray! Hurray!
In Dixieland I’ll take my stand to live and die I Dixie;
Away, away, away down South in Dixie.
Away, away, away down South in Dixie.
There’s buckwheat cakes and Indian batter,
Makes you fat or a little fatter;]
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixieland.
Then hoe it down and scratch your grabble,
To Dixieland I’m bound to travel,
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixieland.
Don’t Fence Me In
Oh give me land, lots of land, under starry skies above;
Don’t fence me in.
Let me ride thru the wide open spaces tat I love,
Don’t fence me in.
Let me be by myself in the evenin’ breeze,
Listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees,
Send me out forever, but I ask you please,
Don’t fence me in.
On my cayuse let me wander over yonder
‘Till I see the mountains rise.
Just turn me loose let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western skies.
I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences,
Gaze at the moon until I loose m senses.
Can’t look at hobbles and I can’t stand fences,
Don’t fence me in.
Down in the Valley
Down in the valley, the valley so low,
Hang your head over, hear the winds blow.
Hear the winds blow, dear hear the winds blow
Hang your head over, hear the winds blow.
Roses love sunshine, violets love dew,
Angels in heaven know I love you.
Know I love you, dear; know I love you,
Angels in heaven know I love you.
Do Your Ears Hang Low
Do your ears hang low, do they waggle to and fro
Can you tie them in a knot
Can you tie them in a bow
Can you throw them o’er your shoulder
Like a continental soldier
Do your ears hang low
Do your ears stick out, can you waggle them about
Can you flap them up and down
As you fly arount the town
Can you shut them up for sure
When you hear an awful bore
Do your ears stick out
Do your ears stand high, do they reach up to the sky
Do they hang down when they’re wet
Do they stand up when they’re dry
Can you semaphore your neighbor
With the minimum of labor
Do your ears hang high
The Dying Cowboy
“Oh bury me not on the lone prairie.”
These words came low and mournfully,
From the pallid lips of a youth who lay
On his dying bed, at the close of day.
“Oh bury me not on the lone prairie,
Where the wild coyotes will howl on me.
In a narrow grave, just six by three,
We buried him there on the lone prairie.
“Oh bury me not,” but his voice failed there,
But we took no heed of his dying prayer.
In a narrow grave, just six by three,
We buried him there on the lone prairie.
And the cowboys now as they roam the plain,
For they marked the spot where his bones were lain.
Fling a handful of roses o’er his grave,
With a prayer for him, for his soul to save.
The EEngonyama Chant
Een-gon-ya-ma
Gon-ya-ma
In-voo-boo
Ya-boo Ya-boo
In-voo-boo
Five Hundred Miles
If you miss the train I’m on,
You will know that I am gone.
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.
A hundred miles, a hundred miles.
A hundred miles, a hundred miles.
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
(chorus)
Lord, I’m one, Lord, I’m two,
Lord, I’m three, Oh Lord, I’m four,
Lord, I’m five hundred miles away from home.
Not a shirt on my back,
Not a penny to my name,
Lord, I can’t go back home this-a-way.
This-a-way, this-a-way,
This-a-way, this-a-way,
Lord, I can’t go back home this-a-way.
(chorus)
The Flintstones
Flintstones, meet the Flintstones
They’re the modern stone-age family
From the town of Bedrock
They’re a page right out of history
Let’s ride with the family down the street
Through the courtesy of Fred’s two feet
When you’re with the Flintstones
Have a yabbadabbadoo time, a dabbadoo time
We’ll have a gay old time
Flintstones, meet the Flintstones
They’re the modern stone-age family
From the town of Bedrock
They’re a page right out of history
Someday, maybe Fred will win the fight
Then the cat will stay out for the night
When you’re with the Flintstones
Have a yabbadabbadoo time, a dabbadoo time
We’ll have a gay old time
We’ll have a gay old time
Follow Me Boys
It’s a long, long, climb, but we’ve got the will
Follow me, boys, follow me.
When you reach the top, then it’s all downhill,
‘till you drop, don’t stop and follow me.
(chorus)
Follow me, boys follow me.
When you think you’re really beat,
That’e the time to lift your feet and
Follow me, boys, follow me.
Pick them up, put them down and follow me.
There’s a job to do, there’s a fight to win.
Follow me, boys follow me.
And it won’t get done ‘till we all pitch in
Lift you chin with a grin and follow me.
(chorus)
Though the journey’s end is beyond our sight
Follow me, boys follow me.
If we’ve done our best, then we’ve done all right
Pack your load, hit the road and follow me.
(chorus)
For the Beauty of the Earth
For the beauty of the earth,
For the beauty of the skies,
For the love which from our birth
Over and around us lies.
Lord of all to Thee we raise
This our hymn of grateful praise.
For the beauty of each hour,
Of the day and of the night,
Hill and vale and tree and flower,
Sun and moon and stars of light.
Lord of all, to Thee we raise
This our hymn of grateful praise.
F-Troop
The end of the Civil War was near
When quite accidentally
A hero who sneezed abruptly seized
Retreat, and reversed it to victory
His medal of honor pleased and thrilled
His proud little family group
While pinning it on some blood was spilled
And so it was planned he command F Troop.
Where Indian fights are colorful sights
And nobody takes a lickin’
When pale-face and red-skin
Both turn chicken
When drilling and fighting get them down
They know they’re around F Troop
As long as they all relax in town
Before they resume with a bang an a boom
F-Troop!
Ghost Chickens
A chicken farmer went out one dark and dreary day
He rested by the coop as he went along his way,
When all at once a rotten egg hit him in the eye,
It was the sight he dreaded—Ghost Chickens in the sky!
(chorus)
Bok, bok, bok, bok,
Bok, bok, bok, bok,
Ghost Chickens in the Sky
The farmer had raised chickens since he was twenty four.
Workin’ for the colonel for twenty years or more.
Killing all those chickens and sending them to fry.
Now they all want revenge—Ghost Chickens in the sky.
(chorus)
Their feet were black and shiny, their eyes were burning red.
They had no meat or feathers, these chickens all were dead,
They carried off the farmer and he died by the claw,
They cooked him extra crispy, and served him with cole slaw.
(chorus)
Ghost Riders in the Sky
An old cowpoke went riding out,
One dark and windy day.
Upon a ridge he rested,
As he went along his way.
When all at once a mighty herd,
Of red-eyed cows he saw,
A-plowin’ through the ragged skies,
And up a cloudy draw.
(chorus)
Yip-pi-i-aa, Yip-pi-i-oh,
Ghost riders in the sky!
Their brands were still on fire,
And their hoofs were made of steel.
Their horns were black and shiny,
And their hot breath he could feel.
A bolt of fear went through him
As they thundered through the sky,
For he saw the riders comin’ hard,
And heard their mournful cry.
(chorus)
Their faces gaunt, their eyes all burned,
Their shirts were soaked with sweat.
They’re ridin’ hark to catch that herd,
But they ain’t caught ‘em yet.
For they’ve got to ride forever,
In that range up in the sky,
On horses breathing fire,
As they ride on, hear their cry.
(chorus)
As the riders went on by him,
He heard one call his name.
If you want to save your soul from hell,
A-ridin’ on this range,
Then cowboy, change your ways, today,
Or with us, you will ride,
A-tryin’ to catch the devil’s herd,
Across these endless skies.
(chorus)
Gilligan’s Island
(The Ballad of Gilligan’s Isle)
Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale
A tale of a fateful trip
That started from this tropic port
Aboard this tiny ship
The bate was a mighty sailin’ man
The Skipper brave and sure
Five passengers set sail that day
For a three-hour tour, a three-hour tour
The weather started getting rough
The tiny shop was tossed
If not for the courage of the fearless crew
The Minnow would be lost, the Minnow would be lost
The ship’s aground on the shore of this
Uncharted desert isle
With Gilligan, the Skipper, too
The millionaire, and his wife
The movie star
The Professor and Mary Ann
Here on Gilligan’s Isle
So this is the tale of our castaways
They’re here for a long, long time
They’ll have to make the best of things
It’s an uphill climb
The first mate and his Skipper, too
Will do their very best
To make the others comfortable
In their tropic island nest
No phones, no lights, no motor cars
Not a single luxury
Like Robinson Ca-rusoe
It’s primitive as can be
So join us here each week, my friends
You’re sure to get a smile
From seven stranded castaways
Here on Gilligan’s Isle
Ging Gang Gooley
Ging gang gooley, gooley, gooley, gooley, watcha
Ging gang goo, ging gang goo
Ging gang gooley, gooley, gooley, gooley, watcha
Ging gang goo, ging gang goo
Hey-la, hey-la shay-la, hey-la shey-la, oo-la loo…
Hey-la, hey-la shay-la, hey-la shey-la, oo-la loo…
Shally-wally, shally-wally,
Shally-wally, shally-wally,
Umpah, Umpah, Umpah, Umpah………
(sung in rounds, first group sings verse, second group sings umpahs to keep time)
Going Down the Valley
(Baden Powell’s favorite hymn)
We are going down the valley,
Going down the valley,
Going down the valley one by one,
One by one
We are going down the valley,
Going down the valley,
Going to the setting of the sun.
(repeat three times, getting quieter each time)
We are coming up the valley,
Coming up the valley,
Coming up the valley one by one,
One by one,
We are coming up the valley,
Coming up the valley,
Coming to the rising of the sun.
(repet three times, stronger each time)
The Grand Old Duke of York
The Grand Old Duke of York,
He had ten thousand men,
He marched them up the hill,
And then he marched them down again.
And when you’re up you’re up,
And when you’re down you’re down,
But when you’re only halfway up,
You’re neither up nor down.
Green Acres
Green Acres is the place to be
Farm livin’ is the life for me
Land spreadin’ out so far and wide
Keep Manhattan, just gimme that countryside
New York is where I’d rather stay
I get allergic smelling hay
I just adore a penthouse view
Darlin’, I love you but give me Park Avenue
The chores!
The stores!
Fresh air!
Times Square!
You are my wife
Goodbye, city life
Green Acres, we are there
Green Grow the Rushes Ho
I’ll sing you one, ho!
Green grow the rushes, ho!
What is your one, ho?
One is one and all alone and evermore shall be it so.
I’ll sing you two, ho!
Green grow the rushes, ho!
What are your two, ho?
Two, two, the lilly-white boys, clothed all in green, ho!
One is one and all alone and evermore shall be it so.
I’ll sing you three, ho!
Green grow the rushes, ho!
What are your three, ho?
Three, three the rivals
Two, two, the lilly-white boys, clothed all in green, ho!
One is one and all alone and evermore shall be it so.
Four for the gospel makers
Five for the cymbals 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.
Happy Trails to You
Happy trails to you,
Until we meet again.
Happy trails to you,
Keep smilin’ until then.
Happy trails to you,
‘Til we meet again.
The Happy Wanderer
I love to go a-wandering
Along the Buckskin trek,
And as I go, I love to sing,
My knap-sack on my back.
(chorus)
Val-de ri, Val-de ra, Val-de ra, Val-de ha
Ha ha ha ha ha, Val-de ri, Val-de ra
My knap-sack 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 at me,
And bobwhites call so loud and sweet
From ev’ry green-wood tree.
(chorus)
High overhead, the eagles wing.
They never rest at home
But just like me, they love to sing,
As o’er the world we roam.
(chorus)
Oh, may I go a-wandering
Until the day I die!
Oh, may I always laugh and sing
Beneath God’s clear blue sky!
(chorus)
Head, Shoulders, Knees, & Toes
Head, shoulders, knees, and toes,
Knees, and toes.
Head, shoulders, knees, and toes,
Knees, and toes.
And eyes and ears and mouth and nose
Head, shoulders, knees, and toes,
Knees, and toes.
Here We Sit
Here we sit like birds in the wilderness
Birds in the wilderness
Birds in the wilderness
Here we sit like birds in the wilderness
Waiting for ___________ to show.
Waiting for ___________ to show.
Waiting for ___________ to show.
Here we sit like birds in the wilderness
Waiting for ___________ to show.
Hey Ho!
(five part round)
Hey ho!
Nobody at home,
Meat nor drink nor
Money have I none.
Yet I will be merry!
Home on the Range
Oh give me a home, where the buffalo roam,
And the bear and the antelope play,
Where seldom is heard, a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
(chorus)
Home, home on the range,
Where the bear and the antelope play,
Where seldom is heard, a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
How often at night, when the heavens are bright,
With the light from the glittering stars,
Have I stood there amazed, and asked as I gaze,
If their glory exceeds that of ours.
(chorus)
Where the air is so pure, and the zephyrs so free,
And the breezes so balmy and light,
Oh, I would not exchange, my home on the range,
For all of the cities so bright.
(chorus)
Oh, give me the land where the bright diamond sand
Flows leisurely down with the stream,
Where the graceful, white swan glides slowly along
Like a maid in a heavenly dream.
(chorus)
If You’re Happy
If you’re happy and you know it,
Clap your hands. (clap, clap)
If you’re happy and you know it,
Clap your hands. (clap, clap)
If you’re happy and you know it,
Then you really ought to show it,
If you’re happy and you know it,
Clap your hands. (clap, clap)
(2nd verse)
If you’re happy and you know it,
Stamp your feet. (stamp, stamp)
(3rd verse)
If you’re happy and you know it,
Shout “Amen!” (A-men)
(4th verse)
If you’re happy and you know it,
Do all three. (clap, stamp, “Amen)
I Love the Mountains
I love the mountains, I love the golden hills,
I love thte chaparral, I love the daffodils,
I love the fireside, when all the lights are low.
Boom shellacka, boom shellacka,
Boom shellacka, boom shellacka,
In the Evening by the Moonlight
In the evening by the moonlight,
You can hear those Boy Scouts singing.
In the evening by the moonlight,
You could hear those voices ringing.
How the leaders would enjoy in,
They would sit all night and listen.
As we sang, in the evening by the moonlight.
I Points to Mineself
I points to mineself, vas is das here?
Das is mine topnotcher, ya mamma, dear.
Topnotcher, topnotcher, ya mamma, dear.
Dat’s wat I learned in der school,
Boom, boom!
I points to mineself, vas is das here?
Das is mine sweat browser, ya mamma, dear.
Sweat browser, topnotcher, ya mamma, dear.
Dat’s wat I learned in der school,
Boom, boom!
Point to: Sing:
Top of head Topnotcher
Forehead Sweat Browser
Eye Eye Blinker
Nose Horn Blower
Mustache Soup Strainer
Mouth Lunch Eater
Chin Chin Chowser
Neck Rubber Necker
Chest Chest Protector
Stomach Breadbasket
Ivan Skizavitzsky Skivar
The sons of the prophet were hardy
And bold, and quite unaccustomed to fear,
But the bravest of all was a man I am told,
Named Abdul El Bul-Bul Ameer.
If they wanted a man to encourage the van,
Or to harass the foe in the rear,
Or to storm a redoubt, they would send up
A shout for Abdul El Bul-Bul Ameer.
There were heroes a-plenty and men known to fame
Who fought in the ranks of the Czar,
But none was more famous than one by the name,
Of Ivan Skizavitsky Skivar.
He could sing like Caruso, both tenor and bass,
He could play on the Spanish guitar,
In fact, quite the cream of the Muscovite team,
Was Ivan Skizavitsky Skivar.
One day this bold Muscovite shouldered his gun,
And walked down the street with a sneer,
He was looking for fun when he happened to run
Upon Abdul El Bul-Bul Ameer.
Young man, said Bul-Bul, is existence so dull,
That you’re anxious to end your career?
For infidel know you have trod on the toe,
Of Abdul El Bul-Bul Ameer.
So take your last look at the sun and the brook,
And send your regrets to the Czar,
By which I imply you are going to die,
Mister Ivan Skizavitsky Skivar.
They fought all that night, neath the pale
Yellow moon, and the din was noted afar,
For such was the fame of the men by the name
Of Abdul and Ivan Skivar.
On a stone on the bank where the Neva doth roll,
There is written in characters clear,
Oh stranger remember to pray for the soul,
Of Abdul El Bul-Bul Ameer.
Still a Muscovite maiden her vigil doth keep,
By the light of a cold northern star,
And the name that she constantly calls in her sleep,
Is Ivan Skizavitsky Skivar.
I’ve Been Workin’ on the Railroad
I’ve been working on the railroad
All the livelong day.
I’ve been working on the railroad
Just to pass the time away.
Can’t you hear the whistle blowing?
Rise up so early in the morn;
Can’t you hear the Captain shouting,
“Dinah blow your horn!”
Dinah won’t you blow, Dinah won’t you blow,
Dinah won’t you blow your horn?
Dinah won’t you blow, Dinah won’t you blow,
Dinah won’t you blow your horn?
Someone’s in the kitchen with Dinah.
Someone’s in the kitchen I know
Someone’s in the kitchen with Dinah,
Strummin’ on the old banjo
And I sing Fee, Fi, Fiddleio,
Fe, Fi, Fiddeleio
Fe, Fi, Fiddeleio, strummin’ on the old banjo.
I’ve got Sixpence
I’ve got six (four, two, no) pence.
Jolly, holly six (four, two, no) pence.
Ive got six (four, two, no) pence
To last me all my life.
I’ve got two (no) pence to spend,
I’ve got two (no) pence to lend,
And two (no) pence send home
To my wife, poor wife!
No cares have I to grieve me;
No pretty little girls to deceive me.
I’m happy as a lark, believe me
As we go rolling, rolling home.
Rolling home, rolling home
By the light of the silvery moon.
I’m happy on the day
When the army gets its pay
As we go rolling, rolling home.
I’ve Got that Scouting Spirit
I’ve got that Scouting Spirit,
Up in my head,
Up in my head,
Up in my head,
I’ve got that Scouting Spirit,
Up in my head,
Up in my head to stay.
I’ve got that Scouting Spirit,
Deep in my heart,
Down in my feet,
All over me.
Junior Birdmen
Up in the air you junior birdmen,
Up in the air you pilots fly.
Up in the air you junior birdmen,
Keep your heads up in the sky, up in the sky.
And when you hear the grand announcement,
That you have won your wings of tin,
Then you will know these junior birdmen,
Have sent their boxtops in!
It takes:
Four boxtops, Three candy wrappers,
Two bottle bottoms…And one thin dime!
John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt
John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt
That’s my name too.
Whenever I go out,
The people always shout,
There goes John Jacob
Jingleheimer Schmidt,
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da.
(repeat four times, getting softer each time,
until inaudible. On the fourth time, repeat
but sing Da-da’s very loud.)
Johnny Appleseed
Oh the Lord is good to me
And so I thank the Lord For giving me the things I need
The sun and the rain and the appleseed
The Lord is good to me.
So here I sit, ‘neath the blue, blue sky
Doing as I please
Whistling with my feathered friends
Humming in the breeze.
Oh, I wake up every morn
As happy as can be
Because I know that with his care
My appleseeds will still be there
The Lord is good to me.
Kum Ba Yah
Kum ba Yah, my Lord, Kum ba Yah!
Kum ba Yah, my Lord, Kum ba Yah!
Kum ba Yah, my Lord, Kum ba Yah!
O Lord, Kum ba Yah.
Someone’s crying, Lord, Kum ba Yah!
Someone’s crying, Lord, Kum ba Yah!
Someone’s crying, Lord, Kum ba Yah!
O Lord, Kum ba Yah.
Someone’s praying, Lord, Kum ba Yah!
Someone’s praying, Lord, Kum ba Yah!
Someone’s praying, Lord, Kum ba Yah!
O Lord, Kum ba Yah.
Someone’s singing, Lord, Kum ba Yah!
Someone’s singing, Lord, Kum ba Yah!
Someone’s singing, Lord, Kum ba Yah!
O Lord, Kum ba Yah.
Let There Be Peace on Earth
Let there be peace on Earth,
And let it begin with me.
Let there be peace on Earth,
The peace that was meant to be.
With God as our Father,
Brothers all are we.
Let me walk with my brother
In perfect harmony.
Let peace begin with me,
Let this be the moment now.
With every step I take,
Let this be my solemn vow:
To take each moment and live
Each moment in peace eternally;
Let there be peace on earth,
And let it begin with me.
Loch Lomond
By yon bonny banks,
And by yon bonny braes,
Where the sun shines bright
On Loch Lomond,
Where me and my true love
Where ever want to gae,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks
Of Loch Limond.
(chorus)
Oh ye take the high road,
And I’ll take the low road,
And I’ll be in Scotland afore ye.
But me and my true love,
We’ll never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks
Of Loch Lomand.
‘Twas there that we parted
In yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep side
Of Loch Lomond.
Where in purple hue
The highland hills we view,
And the moon coming out
In the gloaming.
(chorus)
The wee birdies sing,
And the wildflowers spring,
And in sunshine the waters
Are sleeping,
But the broken heart kens,
Nae second spring again,
Tho’ the waeful may cease
Frae their greeting.
(chorus)
Mariah
A-way out here, they’ve got a name
For rain and wind and fire.
The rain is Tess, the fire is Joe
And they call the wind Mariah.
Mariah blows the stars around
And sets the clouds a‘flyin’.
Mariah makes the mountains sound
Like folks are out there dyin.
(chorus)
Mariah, Mariah
They call the wind Mariah.
Before I knew Mariah’s name,
Or heard her wailin’-whinin’,
I had a girl and she had me
And the sun was always shinin’.
Then one day I left that girl;
I left her far behind me.
And now I’m lost, so doggone lost,
Not even God can find me.
(chorus)
Out here they have a name for rain,
For wind and fire only.
But when you’re lost and all alone,
There ain’t no word but lonely.
Now I’m a lost and lonely man,
Without a star to guide me.
Mariah, blow my love to me,
I need my love beside me.
(chorus)
Michael Row the Boat Ashore
Michael row the boat ashore, Allelujah,
Michael row the boat ashore, Allelujah.
Michael’s boat’s a music boat, Allelujah,
Michael’s boat’s a music boat, Allelujah.
Sister, help to trim the sail, Allelujah,
Sister, help to trim the sail, Allelujah.
River Jordan is chilly and cold, Allelujah,
Chills the body but not the soul, Allelujah.
River Jordan is deep and wide, Allelujah,
Milk and honey on the other side, Allelujah.
Gabriel blow the trumpet horn, Allelujah,
Blow the trumpet loud and long, Allelujah.
Brother lend a helping hand, Allelujah,
Brother lend a helping hand, Allelujah.
Michael’s boat’s a gospel boat, Allelujah,
Michael’s boat’s a gospel boat, Allelujah.
Michael row the boat ashore, Allelujah,
Michael row the boat ashore, Allelujah.
Mister Ed
Hello, I’m Mister Ed.
A horse is a horse, of course, of course,
And no one can talk to a horse, of course,
That is, of course, unless the horse
Is the famous Mister Ed.
Go right to the source and ask the horse,
He’ll give you the answer that you endorse.
He’s always on a steady course,
Talk to Mister Ed!
People yakkety-yak a streak
And waste your time of day,
But Mister Ed will never speak
Unless he has something to say.
A horse is a horse, of course, of course,
And this one will talk ‘til his voice is hoarse.
You never heard of a talking horse?
Well listen to this: I am Mister Ed.
Morning Grace
God has created a new day,
Silver and green and gold;
Live that the sunset may find us
Worthy His gift to hold.
The Morning Prayer
Lord, in this morning hour I pray
For strength to live my best today
Draw near to me, that I shall see
The kind of Scout you’d have me be.
In serving others may I see
That I am only serving thee.
Fit me, O Lord in thy great plan,
Than I may be a better man.
My Bonnie
My Bonnie lies over the ocean.
My Bonnie lies over the sea.
My Bonnie lies over the ocean.
Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me.
(chorus)
Bring back, bring back,
Bring back my Bonnie to me, to me.
Bring back, bring back,
Bring back my Bonnie to me.
Oh, blow ye winds over the ocean.
Oh, blow ye winds over the sea.
Oh, blow ye winds over the ocean,
And bring back my Bonnie to me.
(chorus)
Now Let Us Sing
Now let us sing (sing to the power of the Lord come down)
Now let us sing (sing to the power of the Lord come down)
Lift up your voice (lift up your voice)
Be not afraid (be not afraid)
Now let us sing to the power of the Lord come down.
Now let us shout (shout to the power of the Lord come down)
Now let us shout (shout to the power of the Lord come down)
Lift up your voice (lift up your voice)
Be not afraid (be not afraid)
Now let us shout to the power of the Lord come down.
Now let us pray (pray to the power of the Lord come down)
Now let us pray (pray to the power of the Lord come down)
Fall on your knees (fall on your knees)
Be not afraid (be not afraid)
Now let us pray to the power of the Lord come down.
Now let us wait for the power of the Lord come down.
Now let us wait for the power of the Lord come down.
Lift up your face (lift up your face)
Be not afraid (be not afraid)
Now let us wait for the power of the Lord come down.
Now let us sing for the power of the Lord come down.
Now let us sing for the power of the Lord come down.
Lift up your face (lift up your face)
Be not afraid (be not afraid)
Now let us sing for the power of the Lord come down.
On My Honor
On my honor, I’ll do my best
To do my duty to God;
On my honor, I’ll do my best
To serve my country as I may;
On my honor, I’ll do my best
To do my good turn each day;
To keep my body strengthened,
And keep my mind awakened,
To follow paths of righteousness,
On my honor, I’ll do my best.
The Paddle Song
Our paddles keen and bright
Flashing like silver,
Swift as the wild goose flight,
Dip, dip and swing.
Dip, dip and swing them back,
Flashing like silver,
Swift s the wild goose flight,
Dip, dip and swing.
Patsy-Ory-Ay
In eighteen hundred and sixty two,
Lookin’ around for something to do,
Lookin’ around for something to do,
Workin’ on the railroad.
(chorus)
Patsy-ory ory-ay, Patsy-ory ory-ay
Patsy-ory ory-ay, workin’ on the railroad.
(Continue the following as in first verse and chorus)
In 1863, The section boss got ‘hold of me…
In 1864, Me arms and legs were getting’ sore…
In 1865, Thought me self more dead than alive…
In 1866, Sat on a box of dynamite sticks…
In 1867, Found meself on the way ‘ta heaven…
In 1868, Pickin’ the lock to the pearly gates…
In 1869, Saint Peter says I’m doin’ fine…
1870 come along, it’s time for me to end this song…
Paw-Paw Patch
Where, oh where, oh where is Susie?
Where, oh where, oh where is Susie?
Where, oh where, oh where is Susie?
Way down yonder in the paw-paw patch.
(chorus)
Pickin’ up paw-paws, put ‘em in a basket,
Pickin’ up paw-paws, put ‘em in a basket,
Pickin’ up paw-paws, put ‘em in a basket,
Way down yonder in the paw-paw patch.
(Continue the following as in first verse and chorus)
Come on, boys, let’s go and find her…
She’s the queen of old Hawaii…
She can teach you how to hula…
The Philmont Hymn
Silver on the sage, starlit skies above,
Aspen covered hills, country that I love.
Philmont, here’s to thee, scouting paradise,
Out in God’s country, tonight.
Winds on whispering pines, eagles soaring high,
Purple mountains rise, against an azure sky.
Philmont, here’s to thee, scouting paradise,
Out in God’s country, tonight.
Puff the Magic Dragon
Puff the magic dragon, lived by the sea,
And frolicked in the autumn mist,
In a land called Honnilee.
Little Jackie Paper, loved that rascal Puff,
And brought him strings and sealing wax,
And other fancy stuff.
(chorus)
Oh, Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea,
And frolicked in the autumn mist,
In a land called Honnilee.
Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea,
And frolicked in the autumn mist,
In a land called Honnilee.
Together they would travel,
On a boat wit hbillowed sail.
Jackie kept a lookout, perched
On Puff’s gigantic tail,
Noble kings and princes would bow
When e’er they came,
Pirate ships would lower their flag
When Puff roared out his name.
(chorus)
A dragon lives forever, but not so little boys,
Painted wings and giant strings,
Make way for other toys.
One gray night did happen,
Jackie Paper came no more,
And Puff that might dragon,
He ceased his fearless roar.
(chorus)
His head was bent in sorrow,
Green scales fell like rain,
Puff no longer went to play,
Along the cherry lane,
Without his lifelong friend,
Puff could not be brave,
So, Puff that mighty dragon,
Sadly slipped into his cave
(chorus)
Quartermaster Store
There are mice, mice, mice,
Running through the rice,
At the store, at the store,
There are mice, mice, mice,
Running through the rice,
At the quartermaster store.
(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 are rats, rats, rats, as big as alley cats
There are snakes, snakes, snakes, as big as garden rakes
Etc. etc.
Red River Valley
From this valley they say you are going.
We will miss our bright eyes and sweet smile.
For they say you are taking the sunshine
That brightens our pathway awhile.
Come and sit by my side if you love me.
Do not hasten to bid me adieu;
But remember the Red River Valley
And the cowboy that loved you so true.
Oh, just think of the valley you are leaving;
Oh, how lonely and sad it will be;
And just think of the fond heart you’re breaking,
And the grief you are causing to me.
I have promised you Darling, that never
Will a word from my lops cause you pain,
And my life, it shall be yours forever
If you only will be mine again.
As you go to your home by the ocean,
May you never forget those sweet hours
That we spent in the Red River Valley
And the love that was ours ‘mid the flowers.
Roadkill Stew
Road kill stew, road kill stew,
Tastes so good, just like it should,
First you go down to the interstate,
You wait for the critter to meet it’s fate.
You take it home and you make it great,
Road kill stew, road kill stew.
Scout Vespers
(Tune: O Tannenbaum, sing solemnly)
Softly falls the light of day,
As our campfire fades away.
Silently each Scout should ask,
“Have I done my daily task?
Have I kept my honor bright?
Can I guiltless sleep tonight?
Have I done and have I dared
Everything to be prepared?”
Secret Agent Man
There’s a man who leads a life of danger
To everyone he meets, he stays a stranger
With every move he makes
Another chance he takes
Odds are he won’t live to see tomorrow
(chorus)
Secret agent man, secret agent man
They’ve given you a number
And taken away your name
Beware of pretty faces that you find
A pretty face can hide an evil mind
Oh, be careful what you say
Or you’ll give yourself away
Odds are you won’t live to see tomorrow
(chorus)
Swingin’ on the Riviera one day
Then layin’ in a Bombay alley next day
Oh, don’t you let the wrong word slip
While kissing persuasive lips
Odds are you won’t live to see tomorrow
(chorus)
Shalom
Shalom my friends, Shalom my friends,
Shalom.
‘Til we meet again, ‘til we meet again,
Shalom. Shalom.
Shalom my friends Shalom my friends,
Shalom.
‘Til we meet again, ‘til we meet again,
Shalom. Shalom.
She’ll Be Comin’ Round the Mountain
She’ll be comin’ round the mountain,
She’ll be comin’ round the mountain,
She’ll be comin’ round the mountain,
When she comes (toot, toot!)
She’ll be driving six white horses…
When she comes (whoa back!)
And we’ll all go out to meet her…
When she comes (hi, babe!)
And we’ll kill the old red rooster…
When she comes (hack, hack!)
And we’ll all have chicken and dumplings…
When she comes (yum, yum!)
And we’ll wear our bright red woollies…
When she comes (scratch, scratch!)
Sixteen Tons
Some people say a man is made out of mud.
A poor man’s made out of muscle and blood,
Muscle and blood, and skin and bones,
A mind that’s weak and a back that’s strong.
(chorus)
Ya, loadin’ sixteen tons and what do ya’ get?
Another day older and a deeper in debt.
Saint Peter, don’t ya’ call me ;cause I can’t go.
I owe my soul to the company store.
I was born one mornin’ when the sun didn’t shine.
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine.
I loaded sixteen tos of number nine coal
And the strawboss hollered, “Well bless my soul!”
(chorus)
I was born one mornin’ it was drizzlin’ rain.
Fightin’ and Trouble are my middle name.
I was raised in the caine, broke by an old mamma lion.
Ain’t no high toned woman make me walk the line.
(chorus)
If you see me comin’, better step aside.
A lot o’ men didn’t and a lot o’ men died.
One fist of iron and the other of steel,
If the right one don’t get ya, the n the left one will.
(chorus)
Streets of Laredo
As I walked out in the streets of Laredo,
As I walked out in Laredo one day;
I spied a young cowboy all wrapped in white linen,
All wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay.
“I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy,”
These words he did say as I boldly stepped by.
“Come sit down beside me and hear my satd story.
I’m shot in the heart and I’m going to die.
Now once in the saddle I used to go dashing.
Yes, once in the saddle I used to be gay.
I’d dress myself up and go down to the card-house,
I got myself shot ad I’m dying today.
Get six husky cowboys to carry my coffin.
Get ten lovely maidens to sing me a song,
And beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly,
For I’m a young cowboy who knows he was wrong.
Oh, please go and bring me a cup of cold water
To cool my parched lips, they are burning,” he said.
Before I could get it, his sould had departed
And gone to it’s Maker, the cowboy was dead.
We beat the drum slowly and played the fife lowly,
And wept in our grief as we bore him along,
For we all loved the young cowboy,
So brave and so handsome.
We loved the young cowboy although he done wrong.
Swing Low, Sweet Chariot
I looked over Jordan and what did I see,
Comin’ for to carry me home.
A band of angels comin’ after me,
Comin’ for to carry me home.
(chorus)
Swing low, Sweet chariot,
Comin’ for to carry me home.
Swing low, Sweet chariot,
Comin’ for to carry me home.
If you get there before I do,
Comin’ for to carry me home.
Tell all my friends I’m comin’ in too,
Comin’ for to carry me home.
(chorus)
The brightest day I ever saw,
When Jesus washed my sins away.
I’m sometimes up and sometimes down,
But still my soul feels heav’nly bound.
(chorus)
Taps
Day is done, gone the sun,
From the lake, 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.
I’d Like to Teach the World to Sing
I’d like to teach the world to sing
In perfect harmony
I’d like to hold it in my arms
And keep it company
I’d like to build the world a home
And furnish it with love
Grow apple trees and honey bees
And snow white turtle doves
I’d like to see the world for once
All standing hand in hand
And hear them echo through the hills
For peace throughout the land.
That’s the song that I hear
Let the world sing today
A song of peace that echoes on
And never goes away
There’s a Long, Long Trail
There’s a long , long trail a-winding
Into the land of my dreams,
Where the nightingales are singing
And a white moon beams.
There’s a long, long, night of waiting,
Until my dreams all come true,
Till the day when I’ll be going down,
That long, long trail with you.
This is My Country
This is my country, land of my birth.
This is my country, grandest on Earth.
I pledge thee my allegiance, America the bold,
For this is my country, to have and to hold.
This is my country, land of my choice.
This is my country, hear my proud voice.
I pledge thee my allegiance, America the bold,
For this is my country, to have and to hold.
This Land is Your Land
(chorus)
This land is your land, this land is my land,
From California, to the New York Island,
From the redwood forest, to the Gulf-stream waters,
This land was made for you and me.
As I went walking, that ribbon of highway,
I saw above me that endless skyway,
I saw below me that golden valley,
This land was made for you and me.
(chorus)
I roamed and rambled, and followed my footsteps,
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts,
And all around me, a voice was sounding,
“This land was made for you and me.”
(chorus)
When the sun came shining, and I was strolling,
And the wheat fields waving, and dust clouds rolling,
A voice was chanting as the fog was lifting,
“This land was made for you and me.”
(chorus)
Throw It Out the Window
Old mother Hubbard, wend to the cupboard,
To get her poor dog a bone,
When she got there, the cupboard was bare…
(chorus)
So she threw it out the window, the window,
The second story window, with a heave and a ho
And a mighty throw she threw it out the window.
Mary had a little lamb,
It’s fleece was wite as snow
And every where that Mary went…
(chorus)
(Any nursery rhyme may be used, just drop
the last line and throw it out the window)
Trail the Eagle
Trail the eagle, trail the eagle,
Climbing all the time:
First the Star and then the Life,
Will on your bosom shine,
Keep climbing!
Blaze the trail and we will follow,
Hark! The eagles call;
On Brothers, On,
Until we’re Eagles all!
Tumbling Tumbleweeds
See them tumbling down,
Nodding their heads to the ground,
Lonely, but free I’ll be found
Driftin’ along with the tumblin’ tumbleweeds.
Cares of the past left behind,
Nowhere to ride but I’ll find,
Just where the trail will wind,
Driftin’ along with the tumblin’ tumbleweeds.
I know when night is gone,
There’s a new world born at dawn,
Deep in my heart is a song,
Here on the range I belong,
I’ll keep rollin’ along,
Driftin’ along with the tumblin’ tumbleweeds.
Waltzing Matilda
Once a jolly swagman
Cmaped beside the Billabong,
Under the sade of a coolibah tree
And he sang as he watched,
And waited ‘til his billy boiled,
You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me
(chorus)
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda,
You’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me,
And he sang as he watched,
And waited ‘til his billy boiled,
You’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me.
(repeat the last three lines of each verse)
Down came a jumpbuck
To drink beside the Billabong,
Up jumped the swagman
And seized him with glee,
And he sang as he talked
To the Jumpbuck in his tucker bag,
You’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me.
(chorus)
Down came the stockman,
Riding on his thoroughbred,
Down came the troopers, one, two, three,
Where’s the jolly jumpbuck
You’ve got in your tuckerbag,
You’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me.
(chorus)
Up jumped the swagman
And plunged into the Billabong,
You’ll never take me alive, said he,
And his ghost may be heard,
As you pass beside the Billabong,
You’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me.
(chorus)
Well, My Old Man’s a Sailor
Well, my old man’s a Sailor, Now whattaya think about that?
He wears a Sailor’s collar, he wears a Sailor’s hat.
He wears a Sailor’s raincoat, he wears a Sailor’s shoes,
And every Saturday evening, he reads the Sunday News.
And someday-ay-ay if I can,
I’m gonna be a Sailor, the same as my old man!
(Substitute the following for Sailor)
Anthropologist
Refrigerator Repairman
Cotton-Pickin’ Finger-Lickin’ Chicken Plucker
(Please try to avoid the dreaded Cousin John No-No!)
When Johnny Comes Marching Home
When Johnny comes marching home again, hurrah, hurrah!
We’ll give him a hearty welcome then, hurrah, hurrah!
The men will cheer, the boys will shout,
The ladies they will all turn out.
And we’ll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching home.
The old cjurch bell will peal with joy, hurrah, hurrah!
To welcome home our darling boy, hurrah, hurrah!
The village lads and lassies say,
With roses they will strew the way,
And we’ll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching home.
When the Saints Go Marching In
Oh, when the Saints, go marching in,
Oh, when the Saints go marching in,
Oh Lord I want to be in that number,
When the Saints go marching in.
(Continue as in verse one with these lines)
Oh, when the revalation comes…
Oh, when the new world is revealed…
Oh, when they gather ‘round the throne…
And when they crown Him King of Kings…
And when the sun no more will shine…
And when the moon has turned to blood…
And when the Earth has turned to fire…
And on that hallelujah day…
Oh, when the Saints go marching in…
Zulu Warrior
I kama zimba zimba zaya,
I kama zimba zimba zee.
I kama zimba zimba zaya,
I kama zimba zimba zee.
See him there……
That Zulu warrior,
Se him there……
That Zulu chief.
Chief, Chief, Chief, Chief,
Chief, Chief, Chief, Chief,
Chief, Chief, Chief, Chief,
Chief, Chief, Chief, Chief.
(may be done as a two or three part round.
Round ends with everyone shouting "Chief!")