Camp Songs

[OutdoorThinker 10]

Aw, OGE, well thank you for saying that Venturing is better with us --- it certainly is special/better (not that I'd know or want to know Venturing without you and YSE) with you in it! But I recomend we dont alter our crew by decreasing numbers.

 

But let's end our crew's abduction of this thread and on with the singing again.

 

STOP! It's damper time.

Oh you push the damper in

And you pull the damper out

And the smoke goes up the chimney just the same

Just the same

Just the same

And the smoke goes up the chimney just the same

 

(it's so much more fun with the motions!)

 

How about...

 

WAY UP IN THE SKY

THE BIG BIRDIES FLY

WHILE DOWN IN THE NEST

THE LITTLE BIRDIES NEST

SHHHHHHHHH!!!!

THEY'RE SLEEPING!

THE BRIGHT SUN COMES OUT

THE DEW GOES AWAY

GOOD MORNING

GOOD MORNING

THE LITTLE BIRDIES SAY

 

[FScouter 24]

We have a new SA in our troop. His singing is so bad he scares away the coyotes. Turns out he knows the "Boy Scout Sunday School" from his old days too. Between he and I, we make enough noise to frighten the bears into the next county. I love campfire songs.

 

Adam was the first man that ever was invented.

He lived all alone and never was contented.

They made him out of mud in the days gone by,

And hung him on the fence in the sun to dry.

 

[le Voyageur 72]

hmmmmmmmm.....time to elevate this thread with some class OK, ODT here's be one for OGE to croon aroun' ye fire....

 

O come a'ye tramps and hawker-lads

an' gaitherers o'bla'

That tramp the country roun' and roun',

come listen one and a'

I'll tell tae ye a rovin' tale,

an' places I hae been

Far up into the snowy north,

or sooth by Gretna Green

 

I've seen the high Ben Nevis

that gangs towerin' tae the moon

I've been roun' by Crieff an' Callander

an' by Bonny Doon

I've been by Nethy's silvery tide

an' places ill tae ken

Far up into the stormy north

lies Urquart's fairy glen

 

Sometimes noo I laugh tae mysel'

when dodgin' alang the road

Wi' a bag o' meal slung upon my back,

my face as broun's a toad

Wi' lumps o'cheese and tattie-scones

or breid an' braxie ham

Nae thinking whar' I'm comin' frae

nor thinkin' whar I'm gang

 

I'm happy in the summer-time

beneath the dark blue sky

Nae thinkin' in the mornin'

at nicht where I'm gang to lie

Bothies or byres or barns,

or oot amangst the hay

And if the weather does permit,

I'm happy a' the day.

 

Loch Katrine and Loch Lomond,

they've oft been seen by me

The Dee, the Don, the Devron,

that a'flows tae the sea

Dunrobin Castle, by the way,

I nearly had forgot

And the reckless stanes o'cairn

that mairks the hoose o' John

o'Groat.

 

I've been by bonny Gallowa'

an' often roun' Stranraer

My business leads me anywhere,

I travel near an' far

I've got that rovin' notion

I wouldna like tae loss

For It's my daily fare

an' as much'll pay by doss

 

I think I'll gang tae Paddy's Lan',

I'm makin' up my mind

For Scotland's greatly altered noo,

I canna raise the wind

But if I can trust in Providence,

if Providence should prove true

I'll sing ye's a' of Erin's Isle

when I come back to you

 

 

Tramps and Hawkers

circa, late 18th century

 

 

 

 

 

[OldGreyEagle 5]

Adam was the first man, Eve she was a mother

Cain was a wicked man because he slew his brother

Samson was a strong man, Noah built the Ark

Jonah was a fisherman got swallered by a shark

 

 

Got a melody for that LV?

 

 

Added verse to the Birdie song:

 

With a wing on the left and a wing on the right

and a wing in the middle this birdies not right

Mutation Mutation the other birdies cry

 

 

[Campaholic 10]

OT!! You're going down! How dare you start them up again! *grumbles* Just you wait...

[FScouter 24]

All together now ...

Sampson was a fighter of the Bob Fitzsimmons school.

He slew the Philistines with the jawbone of a mule.

A lady barber cut his hair so runs the anecdote,

And the copper came and ran him in and got his nanny goat.

 

[OutdoorThinker 10]

Here are two serious songs -- OGE all for you!!

 

Listen, children, to a story

That was written long ago,

'Bout a kingdom on a mountain

And the valley-folk below.

 

On the mountain was a treasure

Buried deep beneath the stone,

And the valley-people swore

They'd have it for their very own.

 

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,

Go ahead and cheat a friend.

Do it in the name of Heaven,

You can justify it in the end.

There won't be any trumpets blowing

Come the judgement day,

On the bloody morning after....

One tin soldier rides away.

 

So the people of the valley

Sent a message up the hill,

Asking for the buried treasure,

Tons of gold for which they'd kill.

 

Came an answer from the kingdom,

"With our brothers we will share

All the secrets of our mountain,

All the riches buried there."

 

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,

Go ahead and cheat a friend.

Do it in the name of Heaven,

You can justify it in the end.

There won't be any trumpets blowing

Come the judgement day,

On the bloody morning after....

One tin soldier rides away.

 

Now the valley cried with anger,

"Mount your horses! Draw your sword!"

And they killed the mountain-people,

So they won their just reward.

 

Now they stood beside the treasure,

On the mountain, dark and red.

Turned the stone and looked beneath it...

"Peace on Earth" was all it said.

 

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,

Go ahead and cheat a friend.

Do it in the name of Heaven,

You can justify it in the end.

There won't be any trumpets blowing

Come the judgement day,

On the bloody morning after....

One tin soldier rides away.

 

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,

Go ahead and cheat a friend.

Do it in the name of Heaven,

You can justify it in the end.

There won't be any trumpets blowing

Come the judgement day,

On the bloody morning after....

One tin soldier rides away.

 

 

And...

 

On the shores of old still water

With it's azure blue

Lies a camp of friendly Boy Scouts

Cheerful, brave and true

 

Sing her glories

Live her ideals

Hold her memories dear

Give a Cheer to all who hear it

Hail, oh, Hail Minsi

 

Far away from cares and turmoil

Of the busy town

In a brotherhood of Boy Scouts

We will there be found

 

Sing her glories

Live her ideals

Hold her memories dear

Give a Cheer to all who hear it

Hail, oh, Hail Minsi

 

::sniffle::

[bsat4jb 10]

One more verse to The Birdy Song:

 

Theeee farmer comes out,

shotgun in hand,

BOOM BOOM, BOOM BOOM,

is heard through the land

 

Theeee big birdies fall,

with only one wing,

STOMP STOMP, STOMP STOMP,

now NO birdies sing!

 

I also like Sons of the Sea, but that's another song for another time

[dan 10]

Since I give OGE a little dig about not being able to sing, I am going to tell you a little story about my singing.

Last Year at the Dec. Court of Honor an ASM came up to me and said we need another person for the leaders skit. I said sure what do you want me to do. He said we are going to sing the 12 days of Summer Camp. I said I cannot sing. They said everybody says that, here is your part.

 

So 13 leaders, 12 singers and one conductor, go up and take our place.

On one side of me is George, he is the soloist at church, I thought great, on the other side of me is Craig, Craig is also in the Church choir also went to college because of his singing skills! I had to sing my part 12 times. I have a very deep voice except when I sing then it becomes a cackle. The first time I sang the audience was sitting there was smiles on their faces, boy is he hamming this up. By the 6th time, there was not a dry eye in the house inculding mine! The conductor would look at me when it was my time to sing raise his baton and just shake his head. I had a great time with it. When we where done we where walking back to our seats and Craig looks and me and said you where not kidding you really cannot sign can you!

At the next campout at the campfire I asked the SPL if I could do a song at the campfire, he looked at me like I had lost my mind, once I explained that I expected to be booed and heckled off of the "stage" he went along went it and it went just as I planned. Now the big joke is if a patrol does not want to do a skit or song Dan will sing in their place, have not had one not do a skit yet!

 

[OutdoorThinker 10]

So here's another:

 

There are snakes, snakes, snakes

Big as garden rakes,

At the store! At the store!

There are snakes, snakes, snakes,

Big as garden rakes, at the Quartermaster's store.

 

Chorus

My eyes are dim I can-not see.

I have not got my specs with me.

I have HEY! Not HO! got my specs with me.

 

There are mice, mice, mice

Running though the rice,

At the store! At the store!

There are mice, mice, mice,

Running through the rice, at the Quartermaster's store

 

At camp we make up additional verses for the staff...I'd be interested to see if you do that similiarly in your camp.

 

Some verses include

 

Scott, Scott, Scott sleeping on a Cot

 

Ryan, Ryan Ryan roaring like a lion

 

Keith, Keith, Keith flossing his teeth

 

Ross, Ross, Ross acting like the boss.

 

 

[Campaholic 10]

Dan, your post reminded me of a song...well...most things remind me of songs actually...but I am trying very hard to refrain from posting them all here...but this one is strictly to make you feel better.

It goes like this:

 

All God's creatures got a place in the choir

Some sing low some sing higher

some sing loud on the telephone wire

and some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they got now

 

There's other verses, but the point is...all gods creatures got a place in the choir...even you and OGE...

[OldGreyEagle 5]

Awwww, thank you Campaholic, hey Dan, ain't she an Angel?