campfire song

[Be_Prepared 10]

I'm looking for a good, quick, spirited, campfire song that involves some activity or movement. Something like "Grand Old Duke of York"

Anybody got a good one they'd like to share ?

[Bob White 20]

My Bonnie Lies over the ocean, but every time you say a woird that begins with the letter 'B' you change position from sitting to standing or vice versa.

 

Sitting) My Bonnie (stand up)lies over the ocean

My Bonnie (sit down) lies over the sea

My Bonie (stand up) lies over the ocean

Oh Bring (Sit Down) back (stand up) my Bonnie (sit down) to me

Bring (stand up) Back (sit down) bring (stand up) back (sit down)

Oh Bring (stand up) back (sit down) my Bonnie (stand up) to me, to me

Bring (sit down) Back (stand up) bring (sit down) back (stand up)

Oh Bring (sit down) back (stand up) my Bonnie (sit down) to me

 

Start off very slow and with each round speed up.

 

 

Then of course there is:

Head shoulders kness and toes.

If you're happy and you know it

I points to myself

Singing in the rain

My name is Joe

Father Abraham

One finger one thumb

Threw it out the window

 

those are just a few of my favorites.

Scouting Spirit

 

 

[Gold Winger 9]

I always like "Herman the Worm"

 

The Girl Scouts sing one that I like, called "Rig-a-bamboo" which is a variation on the regimental song of the Canadian Princess Partricia's Light Infantry's song.

[AnneinMpls 10]

Tis called The Princess Pat.

We just recently had a spirited discussion regarding this song.

Please see http://dragon.sleepdeprived.ca/songbook/songs4/S4_17.htm for more information.

Also, you might be interested in the song of the fabled chartreuse (sharp-toothed?!) buzzards, discussed on this illustrious thread: http://www.scouter.com/forums/viewThread.asp?threadID=130649#id_131573

(and, I have to say, I really had the absolute *best* last word on that thread!)

Anne in Mpls, chronicler of dead trees and birds with teeth

[raisinemright 13]

Great big globs of greasy grimy gopher guts, mutilataed monkey meat, chopped up baby parakeet, french fried eyeballs sitting in a pool of blood, and I forgot my spoon...But I had a straw.

 

That one gets me choked up every time.

 

This link is full of gruesome, gross and goofy songs perfect for any Scouting campfire.

 

http://www.angelfire.com/oh/claremansfield/gross.html

[OldGreyEagle 5]

This is exactly like the Grand Old Duke of York, but it's updated, although it could stand to be updated again. Its done to the cadence of The Grand Old Duke of York

 

Good Captain Piccard

He had 10, 000 men

He beamed them up to the Enterprise

And Beamed thenm off again

 

And when your Up your Up

And when your Down your Down

 

And when your neither up or down

You are nowhere to be found

[SctDad 10]

The variation that I heard to "My Bonnie" was one that said

 

My Body lies under the Ocean

My Body lies under the see

My body lies under the ocean

So Dredge up my body for me

Dredge up, Dredge up,

Oh dredge up my body for me

 

And so on, you get the point

 

I will see what others I can find

[John-in-KC 311]

5 - 7 times. Build up from a whisper to a cresendo, then back off again, as though Scouts are singing it as they pass by on the trail...

 

Oh Be Prepared, Prepared, Prepared,

The motto of a Boy Scout

Be Prepared, Prepared, Prepared,

The motto of a Scout

 

Prepared, Prepared,

The motto of a Boy Scout

Prepared, Prepared,

The motto of a Scout

 

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Of course, "Old Cornell" is always good good as an adapted Scout song...

 

Old Missouri

 

Old Missouri, fair Missouri!

Dear Old Varsity,

Ours are hearts that fondly love thee.

Heres a health to thee!

 

chorus:

 

Proud art thou in classic beauty,

Of thy noble past.

With thy watchwords, honor, duty,

Thy high fame shall last.

http://mizzouwire.missouri.edu/stories/2007/mizzou-101/index.php

(scroll through the first minute of video or so...)

 

"The Crimson and the Blue"

 

Far above the golden valley

Glorious to view,

Stands our noble Alma Mater,

Towering toward the blue.

 

CHORUS:

 

Lift the chorus ever onward,

Crimson and the blue

Hail to thee, our Alma Mater

Hail to old KU.

 

http://www.ku.edu/about/traditions/songs/crimandblue.mp3

 

Here's on adaption at Theodore Naish Scout Reservation...

 

High above the broad Kaw Valley

Sits the camp we love

Misty elms and tall oak branches

With God's sky above.

 

Here we say that on our Honor

We will ever be

Loyal Scouts and faithful always

Dear Camp Naish to thee...

 

 

[Gold Winger 9]

Thank you for the correction on the title. I knew the history of both the Patricias and the song, I have a replica of the Rick-a-damn-doo around here someplace.

 

As for singing it, if we shouldn't sing a modification of the Patricias' song, we shouldn't sing a goofy song about the Duke of York.

[SctDad 10]

I remember one time that I found a version of taps that included the sign language to the song.

 

I will try to find it and post a link if I can.

 

I think it is pretty cool, because it uses the words to taps

[John-in-KC 311]

If you have acess to a Boy Scout who is in his HS band and plays either euphonium or tuba, taps on a low brass instrument can be really cool....

[Eagledad 2783]

"Ghost Chickens in the Sky" seems to be a fun favorite for all ages. We sang it from Cubs to Wood Badge campfires. Goes real well with a guitar.

 

To the tune of Ghost Riders in the Sky.

 

Lyrics:

 

A chicken farmer went walking out one dark and fateful day

He rested by the coop as he went on 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!

 

Bok bok bok BOK

Bok bok BOK

The ghost chickens in the sky

 

The farmer had raised chickens since he was 24

A-working for the Colonel for thirty years or more

Killing all those chickens and sending them to fry

Now they want revenge...

Ghost chickens in the sky.

 

Bok...

 

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 ate him with cole slaw

 

Bok...

 

Barry

 

Oh great! Now I will be singing this in my head all day long.