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1T1000 CHURCH SERVICE SONGS - SHEET 1 PAGE 1 This is the DayThis is the day, this is the dayThat the Lord has made, that the Lord has made.Let us rejoice, let us rejoiceAnd be glad in it, and be glad in it.This is the day that the Lord has made,Let us rejoice and be glad in it.That the Lord has made.T1000 CHURCH SERVICE SONGS - SHEET 1 PAGE 1Rejoice in the Lord Always (ROUND)Rejoice in the Lord always and again I say rejoiceRejoice, Rejoice, and again I say rejoice.RepeatLitanyO Lord, our God, we lift up our hearts to you.O Lord, our God, your people rejoice in you.God of the living. God of all people.Father of life, we lift up our hearts to you.RepeatHe’s Got the Whole World in His HandsHe’s got the whole world in his hands,He’s got the big round world in his hands,He’s got the wide, wide world in his hands,He’s got the whole world in his hands.He’s got the wind and the rain in his hands,He’s got the sun and the moon in his hands,He’s got the Scout and the Tenderfoot in his hands,He’s got the 2nd Class and 1st Class in His hands,He’s got the Star, Life and Eagle in his hands,He’s got you and me brother in his hands,He’s got everybody here in his hands,He’s got the brotherhood of Scouting in his hands,All God’s Critters Got a Place in the ChoirChorus: All God’s critters got a place in the choirSome sing low, some sing higherSome sing out loud on the telephone wireSome just clap their hands, or paws,or anything they got now.1. Listen to the bass, it’s the one on the bottomwhere the bullfrog croaks and the hippopotamusmoans and groans with a big t’do,and the old cow just goes MMMOOOOOOOOO!Chorus2. The dogs and the cats they take up the middle,where the honeybee hums and the cricket fiddlesThe donkey brays and the pony neighsand the old coyote HOOOOOWWWLLLSS3. Listen to the top where the little birds singon the melodies with the high notes ringing.The hoot owl hoots over everything.And the jay bird DISAGREES.4. Singing in the night time, singing in the day,the little duck quacks, then he’s on his way,the possum ain’t got much to say,and the porcupine talk to himself.5. It’s a simple song of living sung everywhereby the ox and fox and the grizzly bear,the grumpy alligator and the hawk above,the sly raccoon and the turtle doveMichael Rowed the Boat AshoreMichael rowed the boat ashore, Hallelujah!Sister helped to trim the sail, Hallelujah!River is deep and the river is wide, Hallelujah!Milk and honey on the other side, Hallelujah!River Jordan is chilly and cold, Hallelujah!Chills the body but not the soul, Hallelujah!Michael’s boat’s a music boat, Hallelujah!Gabriel blow the trumpet horn, Hallelujah!Blow the trumpet loud and long, Hallelujah!Brother lend a helping hand, Hallelujah!Michael’s boat’s a gospel boat, Hallelujah!Then you’ll hear the trumpet sound, Hallelujah!Trumpet sound the world around, Hallelujah!Trumpet sound the jubilee, Hallelujah!Trumpet sound for you and me, Hallelujah!Amazing GraceAmazing 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.Was Grace that taught my heart to fear,and Grace my fears relieved;how precious did that Grace appearthe hour I first believed.Through many dangers, toils and snaresI already have come;‘Tis Grace has brought me safe thus far,and Grace will lead me home.The Lord has promised good to me;His Word my hope secures;He will my shield and portion beas long as life endures.Morning Has Broken FarjeonMorning has broken like the firs morning,Blackbird has spoken like the first bird.Praise for the singing,Praise for the morning.Praise for them springing fresh from the worldSweet like rain’s new fall sunlit from heaven,Like the first dew fall on the first grass.Praise for the sweetness of he wet garden.Spring in 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!Philmont HymnSilver on the sage, Starlit skies aboveAspen covered hills, country that I lovePhilmont here’s to thee, Scouting paradiseOut in God’s country, tonight.Wind in whispering pines, eagles soaring highPurple mountains rise, against an azure skyOut in God’s country tonight.This TrainThis train is bound for glory, This train,This train is bound for glory,Don’t ride nothin’ but the good and the holy,This train is bound for Glory, This train.Old Buffalo Press
2T1000 CHURCH SERVICE SONGS - SHEET 1 PAGE 2 Give Me Oil for My Lamp1. Give me oil for my lamp, keep it burning.Give me oil for my lamp, I pray.Give me oil for my lamp, keep it burning.Keep it burning till the break of day.Chorus:Sing hosanna, sing hosannaSing hosanna to the King of Kings,Sing hosanna to the King.2. Give me joy in my heart, keep me praising…Chorus3. Make me a fisher of men, keep me seeking…4. Give me faith that’s alive, keep me praying…5. Give me gas for my Ford, keep me trucking for the Lord…6. Give me wax for my board, keep me surfing for the Lord…7. Give me unction for my gumption,help me function, function, function...T1000 CHURCH SERVICE SONGS - SHEET 1 PAGE 2When the Saints Go Marching In1. 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.2. And when the revelation comes...3. Oh, When the new world is revealed...4. Oh, When they gather round the throne...5. And when the crown Him King of Kings...6. And when the sun will shine no more…7. And when the moon has turned to blood...8. And when the earth has turned to fire…1. When the saints go marching in...Old Buffalo Press
3T1000 CAMPFIRE SONGS - FAVORITES - SHEET 2 PAGE 1 Sixteen Faces T1000/Holladay(tune of “Sixteen Tons”)1. Some people say a man is made outa mud,A rock climber’s made outa muscles and bloodFeet like a spider, hands like a claw,A mind that’s weak and a grip that is strong.Chorus:Ya Climb sixteen faces, and what do ya get,Another busted up knee and a scraped up handSaint Peter don’t ya call me, cause I can’t goI owe my soul to the REI store.2. I was born one morning when the rain didn’t fall,I picked up my harness and I hiked to the wall,I climbed sixteen faces of 5.9 andMy belayer kept sayin’ “CLIMB ON!”Chorus3. If you see me climbing, better step aside,A lot of men didn’t, a lot of men died.Rock & biners fallin’ below,If the tricams don’t get you, the rope drag will.T1000 CAMPFIRE SONGS - FAVORITES - SHEET 2 PAGE 1I Cannot Go on the Campout T1000/Wilson(tune of “The Wedding Banquet”)Chorus:I cannot goI cannot go on the campout, don’t trouble me nowI have got me a job, I have bought me a car,I find that girls and my commitments all cost a lot of doughPlease hold me excused, I cannot go.1. The Greenbar said let’s all try to have the finest troop in town,Lets go camping and go hiking and go caving underground.So they planned all the outings and told all Scouts alike,but when the campout day arrived, some Scouts simply replied,Chorus2. Scoutmaster rose up in wonder, called patrol leaders by name,said go into the church, call the members all the same.Fetch the straggler, and the sleeper, and those who just forgot,Our campout isn’t crowded, let’s learn to tie a knot.3. When the troop had assembled, there was still room to spare.All the chuck boxes were ready, all the tents had been repaired.Load the gear into the trailer, then jump into a car,this campout isn’t waiting, we’ll go just as we are.4. Every Scout will learn a lesson for the rest of his life;If you’re slow in responding, you may get left behind.Live for Scouting while you’re able, don’t let fun times slip away.At each campfire’s glowing embers, be glad you didn’t say;Ghost Riders1. An old cowpoke went riding out, one hot 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 the cloudy draw.Chorus:Yip-I-ya-a, Yip-I-ya-oGhost riders in the sky.2. Their brands were still on fire and their hooveswere made of steel,Their horns were black and shiny and their hotbreath he could feel.A bolt of fear went through him as they thunderedthrough the sky.For as he saw the riders coming hard he couldhear their mournful cry.Chorus3. Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirtsall soaked with sweat.They’re ridin’ hard to catch that herd, but they ain’tcaught them yet.They’ve got to ride for-evermore on that range up in the sky,On horses snorting fire, as they ride, I hear them cry.4. And as the riders loped on by, he heard them call his name,If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on the range.Then cowboy better change your ways or with us you will ride,Trying to catch the devil’s herd across the endless sky.Little Skunk Song(tune of Dixie Land)Well, I stuck my head in a little skunk hole,and the little skunk said, “Well upon my soul, --“Take it out! Take it out! Take it out! Remove it!Now, I didn’t take it out and the little skunk said --“If you don’t take it out, you’ll wish you were dead!”“Take it out! Take it out! SSSSSSSSSSSS!!-- I REMOVED IT!”Rocky Top1. Wish that I was on ol’ Rocky Top, down in the Tennessee hills 2. Once two strangers climbed ol’ Rocky Top, lookin’ for a moonshine still;Ain’t no smoggy smoke on Rocky Top. Ain’t no telephone bills. Strangers ain’t come down from ol’ Rocky Top, reckon they never will.Once I had a girl on Rocky Top, half bear, half wild cat; Corn don’t grow at all on Rocky Top, dirt’s too rocky by far,wild as a mink, but sweet as soda pop, I still dream about that. That’s why all the folks on Rocky Top get their corn from a jar.Chorus: ChorusRocky Top, you’ll always be home sweet home to me; 3. I’ve had years of cramped up city life,Good ol’ Rocky Top, Rocky Top Tennessee; Stuck like a duck in a pen.Rocky Top Tennessee All I know is it’s a pity lifeCan’t be simple again.ChorusOld Buffalo PressScout VespersSoftly falls the light of day,as our campfire fades away.Silently each Scout should askHave I done my daily task?Have I kept my honor bright?Can I guiltless sleep tonight?Have I done and have I daredEverything to be prepared?
4T1000 CAMPFIRE SONGS - FAVORITES - SHEET 2 PAGE 2 Home on the Range Goodwin1. Oh give me a home where the buffalo roamAnd the deer and the antelope playWhere seldom is heard, a discouraging wordAnd the sky is not cloudy all day.Chorus:Home, home on the range,Where the deer and the antelope playWhere seldom is heard a discouraging word2. Yes, give me the glean of a swift mountain streamAnd the place where no hurricanes blowOh give me the park where the prairie dogs barkAnd the mountains all covered with snow.Chorus3. Oh give me the hills and the ring of the drillsAnd the rich silver ore in the groundYes, give me the gulch where the miners can sluiceAnd the bright yellow gold can be found.4. Oh give me the mine where the prospectors findThe gold in its own native landAnd the hot springs below, where the sick people goAnd the camp on the banks of the Grand.5. Oh give me the steed and the gun that I needTo shoot game from my own cabin homeThen give me the camp where the fire is a lampAnd the wild rocky mountains to roam.6. Yes give me the home where the prospectors roamThere business is always aliveIn those wild western hills midst the ring of the drillsOh let me live there till I die.T1000 CAMPFIRE SONGS - FAVORITES - SHEET 2 PAGE 2Puff the Magic DragonChorus:Puff the magic dragon lived by the seaAnd frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called HonnileeLittle Jackie Paper, loved that rascal PuffAnd brought him sting and sealing wax and other fancy stuff.1. Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sailJackie kept a lookout perched on Puff’s gigantic tailNoble kings and princes would bow when e’er they camePirate ships let down their flag when Puff roared out his name.Chorus2. A dragon lives forever, but not so little boysGiant stings and painted wings make way for other toysOne gray night it happened, Jackie Paper came no morePuff that mighty dragon ceased his fearless, mighty roar.3. His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rainPuff no longer came to play along the cherry laneWithout his lifelong friend Puff could not be braveSo Puff that magic dragon sadly slipped into his cave.Vive L’Amour1. Let ev’ry good fellow now join in this song,Vive la compagnie!Success to each other and pass it along,Chorus:Vive la, Vive la, Vive l’amourVive l’amour, Vive l’amourVive la compagnie.2. A friend on your left and a friend on your right,In love and good fellowship let us unite,Chorus3. Now wider and wider our circle expands,We sing to our comrades in far away lands,Old Buffalo PressFive Hundred Miles1. If you miss the train I’m onYou will know that I am goneYou can hear the whistle blow, a hundred milesChorus:Lord I’m one, Lord I’m twoLord I’m three, oh Lord I’m fourLord I’m five hundred miles away from home.2. Not a shirt on my backNot a penny to my nameLord, I can’t go back home this-a-wayThis-a-way, this-a-way,This-a-way, this a way,ChorusThe Quartermaster’s Store1. There are snakes, snakes 2. There are mice, miceBig as garden rakes Running through the riceAt the store, at the store. At the store, at the store.There are snakes, snakes There are mice, miceAt the quartermaster’s store At the quartermasters store.Chorus: ChorusMy eye’s are dim, I cannot see 3. There are rats, ratsI have not got my specs with me Big as alley catsI have not got my specs with me At the store, at the storeThere are rats, ratsBig as alley catsAt the quartermaster’s storeChorus
5T1000 CAMPFIRE SONGS - BALLADS - SHEET 3 PAGE 1 Old Buffalo PressT1000 CAMPFIRE SONGS - BALLADS - SHEET 3 PAGE 1The Cowboy’s LamentAs I walked out in the streets of Laredo, “Get sixteen gamblers to handle my coffinAs I walked out in Laredo one day, “Let six jolly cowboys come sing me a songI spied a young cowboy all wrapped in white linen “Take me to the graveyard and lay the sod o’er meAll wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay. “For I’m a young cowboy and I know I’ve done wrong“I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy” “Oh beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowlyThese words he did say as I boldly walked by; “Play the death march as you carry me along;“Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story, “Put bunches of roses all over my coffin“I’m shot in the breast and I know I must die. “ Put roses to deaden the clods as they fall“Twas once in the saddle I used to go dashing, As I walked out in the streets of Laredo“Twas once in the saddle I used to go gay; As I walked out in Laredo one day,“First down to Rosie’s and then to the cardhouse; I spied a young cowboy all wrapped in white linen,“Got shot in the breast and I’m dying today. All wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay.Down in the ValleyDown in the valey, Write me a letter,The valley’s so low, Send it by mail,Hang your head over, Send it care ofHear the wind blow Birmingham JailHear the wind blow, love, Birmingham Jail, love,Hear the wind blow Birmingham JailHang your head over, Sing it in care ofHear the blow Birmingham JailRoses love sunshine, Build me a castleViolets love dew, Forty feet high,Angels in heaven So I can see herKnow I love you As she rides by.If you don’t love me, As she rides by, loveLove who you please, As she rides byPut your arms ‘round me, So I can see her,Give my heart ease. As she rides byGive my heart ease, love, Down in the valley,Give my heart ease The valley’s so lowPut your arms ‘round me, Hang your head over,Give my heart ease. Hear the wind blow.Tom Dooley1. Hand me down my banjo,I’ll pick hit - on my knee.This time tomorrow nightIt’ll be no use - to me.Chorus:Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,Hang down your head and cry,Poor boy, you’re bound to die.2. I met her on the mountain,I swore she’d be my wife,I met heron the mountain,And I stabbed her with my knife.Chorus3. This time tomorrow,Reckon where I’ll be,Down in some lonesome valley,A-hangin’ on a white oak tree.4. I had my trial at Wilksboro,And what d’you reckon the done?They bound me over to Stateville,And that’s where I’ll be hung.5. The limb a-bein’ oak boys,The rope a-bien’ strong,Bow down your head, Tom Dooley,You know you’re gonna be hung.Red River Valley1. From this valley they say you are going,We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile,For they say you are taking the sunshineThat brightens our pathway awhile.Chorus:Come and sit by me side if you love me,Do not hasten to bid me adieu,But remember the Red River Valley,And the girl that has loved you so true.2. Won’t you think of the valley you’re leaving?Oh, how lonely and sad it will be;Oh, think of the fond heart you are breaking,And the grief you are causing to me.Chorus3. I have promised you darling that never,will a word from my lips cause you pain,and my life, it shall be yours forever,If you only will be mine again.4. 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 flowersMariah Lerner & Lowe1. Away out here they have a nameFor rain and wind and fire.The rain is Tess; the fire is JoeAnd they call the wind MariahMaria blows the stars aroundAnd sets the clouds a-flyin’Mariah makes the mountains soundLike folks out here was dyin’.Chorus:Mariah, Mariah, they call the wind Mariah2. Before I knew Mariah’snameOr heard her wailing-whinin’I had a girl and she had meAnd the sun was always shinin’Then one day I left that girlI left her far behind meAnd now I’m lost, so doggone lostNot even God can find me.Chorus3. Out here they have a name for rain, for windAnd fire only and when you’re lostAnd all alone, there ain’t no word for lonelyNow I’m a lost and lonely manWithout a star to guide meMariah blow my love to meI need my love beside meCountry Roads1. Almost heaven, West Virginia, Blue Ridge Mountains,Shenandoah RiverLife is old there, older than the trees,Younger than the mountains, growing like a breezeChorus:Country Roads take me home, to the place I belong,West Virginia, Mountain Mama,Take me home, country roads.2. All my mem’ries, gather ‘round her,Miner’s lady, stranger to blue water,Dark and dusty, painted on the skyMisty taste of moonshine, tear drops in my eye.Chorus3. I hear her voice in the morning hours, she calls me,Th’ radio reminds me of my home far away,and driving down the road I get a feeling thatI should have been home yesterday, yesterday
6T1000 CAMPFIRE SONGS - BALLADS - SHEET 3 PAGE 2 DesperadoDesperado, why don’t you come to your senses? Desperado, oh, you ain’t getting’ no younger Desperado, why don’t you come to your senses?You’ve been out riding fences for so long now. Your pain and your hunger, they’re driving you on, Come down from your fences -- open the gate.Oh, you’re a hard one. Your freedom, oh freedom It may be rainingAnd I know what you got your reasons Well, that’s just some people talking But there’s a rainbow above you.But these things that are pleasing you We’re prisoners walking through this world all alone You better let somebody love,Will hurt you somehow. Before it’s too late.Don’t your feet get cold in the winter time,Don’t you draw the Queen of Diamonds, boy, The sky won’t snow, and the sun won’t shineShe’ll beat you if she’s able It’s hard to tell the nighttime from the day.You know the Queen of hearts is always your best bet. You’re losin’ allyour highs and lowsNow it seems to me some fine things have been laid upon Ain’t it funny how the feeling goes……away.your table,But you only want the ones that you can’t get.ShenandoahOh Shenandoah, I long to hear you, Oh, Shenandoah, I love her truly Oh, Shenandoah, I’m bound to leave youWay, hey, you rolling river! Wey, hey, you rolling river! Way, hey, you rolling river!Oh, Shenandoah, I long to hear you, Oh, Shenandoah, I love her truly Oh, Shenandoah, I’m bound to leave youWay, hey, we’re bound away, Way, hey, we’re bound away, Way, hey, we’re bound away‘Cross the wide Missouri ‘Cross the wide Missouri ‘Cross the wide MissouriOh, Shenandoah, I love your daughter, I long to see your fertile valley,Way, hey, you rolling river, Way, hey, you rolling river!Way, hey, we’re bound away, Way, hey, we’re bound away,‘Cross the wide Missouri ‘Cross the wide MissouriEdelweiss, edelweiss, every morning you greet me EdelweissSmall and white, clean and bright, you look happy to see me.Blossom of snow, may you bloom and grow,Bloom and grow forever.Edelweiss, edelweiss, bless my homeland forever.Blossom of snow, may you bloom and grow, bloom and grow forever.Blowing in the Wind DylanHow many roads must a man walk downbefore you can call him a man?Yes, ‘n How many seas must a white dove sailBefore she sleeps in the sand?Yes, ‘n How many times must a cannon ball flyBefore they’re forever gone?The answer my friend, is blowin’ in the wind,The answer is blowin’ in the wind.How many times must a man look upBefore he can see the sky?Yes, n’ How many ears must one man haveBefore he can hear people cry?Yes n’ How many deaths will it take till he knowsThat too many people have died?How many years can a mountain existBefore it’s washed to the sea?Yes, n’ How many years can some people existBefore they’re allowed to be free?Yes, n’ How many times can a man turn his headPretending he just doesn’t see?Old Buffalo PressThe Gambler Rodgers1. On a warm summer’s eve, on a train bound for nowhere 3. So I handed him by bottle, and he drank my down my last swallowMet up with a gambler, we were both too tired to sleep Then he bummed a cigarette, and asked me for a light,So we took turns a’starin, out the window at the darkness And the night got deathly quiet as his face lost all expressionAnd when boredom overtook us, he began to sing: “If you’re going to play the game, boy, you got to play it right.”Chorus: ChorusYou’ve got to know when to hold ‘em, know when to fold ‘em. 4. Every gambler knows, there’s a secret to survivin’,Know when to walk away, know when to run. You never count Knowin’ what to throw away, knowin’ what to keep.your money, when you sittin’ at the table, there’ll be time enough Cause every hand’s a winner, and every hand’s a loser,for counting, when the dealings done And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep.2. He said, “Son, I made a life, out of readin’ peoples’ faces. ChorusKnowing what the cards say by the way they held their eyes.So if you don’t mind me sayin, I can see you’re out of aces 5. And when he finished speaking, he turned back to the window,For a taste of your whiskey I’ll give you some advice Crushed out his cigarette, and faded off to sleep.And somewhere in the darkness, the gambler he broke evenChorus And in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.Chorus
7T1000 CAMPFIRE SONGS - FUN - SHEET 4 PAGE 1 She’ll be Comin’ ‘Round the MountainChorus:She’ll be comin’ ‘round the mountain when she comes,She’ll be comin’ ‘round the mountain,She’ll be comin’ ‘round the mountain when she comes.(“TOOT-TOOT”, after each line)2. She’ll be driving six white horses when she comes (etc.)(“GEE-UP, toot-toot”, after each line)3. Oh, we’ll all go out to meet when she comes (etc.)(“HI-BABE, gee-up, toot-toot”, after each line)4. Oh, we’ll kill the old red rooster when she comes (etc.)(“HACK-HACK, hi-babe, gee-up, toot-toot”, after each line)5. And we’ll have chicken & dumplings when she comes (etc.)(“YUM-YUM, hack-hack, hi-babe, gee-up, toot-toot”, aftereach line)T1000 CAMPFIRE SONGS - FUN - SHEET 4 PAGE 1Does Your Chewing Gum Lose it’s Flavor on theBedpost Overnight?1. Oh me, oh my, oh you, Whatever shall I do?Whoop! Hallelujah! The question is peculiar andI’d give a lot of dough, if only I could know, the answer to myquestion - is it yes or is it no?ChorusDoes your chewing gum lose its flavor on the bedpost overnight?And your mother says “Don’t chew it” -- do you swallow it in spite?And do you catch it in your tonsils and heave it left and right?2. Here comes the blushing bride with a bride groom by her side.Walk up to the altar just as steady as Gibraltar.He went and bought a ring, well, it’s such a lovely thing,and as he slips it on her finger, the choir begins to sing…3. Now this nation rolls as one to send their honest son,Walk up to the White House, the nation’s only White House,To voice their discontent on to the President.This kindly burning question -- which has rocked the continent…The Bear(echo repeat each line)The other day The lowest branchI met a bear Was ten feet upOut in the woods I’d have to jumpAway out there And trust my luckHe looked at me; And so I jumpedI looked at him Into the airHe sized up me; But right behind meI sized up him was that bearHe said to me Now don’t you fretWhy don’t you run And don’t you frownI see you don’t Cause I caught that branchHave any gun On the way back downAnd so I ran This is the endRight out of there There ain’t no moreBut right behind Unless I meetMe was that bear That bear once moreAhead of meI spied a treeA great big treeOh lucky meJunior Bird Men(Tune of “On Brave Old Army Team”)Up in the air Junior BirdmenUp in the air upside down.With your noses to the ground.And when you hear that great announcement,that the wings are made of tin,Then you will know, Junior Birdmen,That it’s time to send your box tops in.It takes four box topsThree bottle topsTwo wrappersand….one….thin….dimeThe Horses Run AroundThe horses run around, their feet are on the groundOh, who will wind the clock while I’m a-way, a-way,Go get the ax, there’s a hair on baby’s chin;Oh, a boys best friend is his mother, his mother.While looking out the window, a second story-story window,I slipped and sprained my eyebrow on the pavement, the pavementGo get the Listerine, sister has a beau,Oh, who cut the sleeves off father’s vest, his vest.A-peeking through a knothole, in grandpa’s wooden leg,Oh, who has built the shore so near the ocean, the ocean,Go get the alcohol, Billy wants a rub,For grandma’s teeth will soon fit baby, fit baby.While walking in the moonlight, the bright and sunny moonlight,She kissed me in the eye with a tomato, tomato,We feed the baby garlic so we find him in the dark,An onion, is a husky vegetable, a table.She spanked him with a shingle, and made his panties tingle.Because he socked his little baby brother, his brother,A snake belt slips because he has no hips,And he wears his necktie round his middle, his middle.Sixteen Tons1. Now some people say a man’s made out of mudBut a poor man’s made our of muscle and bloodMuscle and blood, skin and bones,A mind that’s weak and a back that’s strongChorusYou load sixteen tons and what do you get?Another day older and deeper in debt.Saint Peter, don’t you call me ‘cause I can’t go,I owe my soul to the company store.2. I was born one mornin’ when the sun didn’t shine,I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mineI loaded sixteen tons of number nine coalAnd the strawboss hollered “Well, bless my soul!”3. Now when you see me comin’, you better step aside,Another man didn’t and another man died,I’ve got one fist of iron, the other of steelIf the right one don’t get you, the left one will.Old Buffalo Press
8T1000 CAMPFIRE SONGS - FUN - SHEET 4 PAGE 2 My Gals a CorkerChorus:My gal’s corker, she’s a New YorkerI buy her everything to keep her in style1. She’s got a pair of feet, just like a battle fleetYeh man! That’s where my money goes.Chorus2. She’s got a pair of legs, just like to cider kegs3. She’s got a pair of knees, just like two redwood trees4. She’s got a pair of thighs, just like two railroad ties.5. She’s got a pair of lips, just like potato chips6. She’s got a great big nose, just like a rubber hose.7. She’s got a pair of eyes, just like two chocolate pies8. She’s got a head of hair, just like a grizzly bear.9. She’s got a limousine, and I buy the gasoline.T1000 CAMPFIRE SONGS - FUN - SHEET 4 PAGE 2Clementine1. In a cavern, in a canyon 4. Ruby lips above the waterExcavating for a mine Blowing bubbles soft and fineDwelt a miner, ‘forty-niner But alas, I was no swimmer,And his daughter Clementine So I lost my ClementineChorus ChorusOh my darling, Oh my darling, 5. Then the miner, ‘forty-niner,Oh my darling, Clementine Soon began to peak and pineThou are lost and gone forever Thought he oughter find his daughterDreadful sorry, Clementine Now he’s with his Clementine.2. Light she was and like a fairy, ChorusAnd her shoes were number nine,Herring boxes without topses 6. In my dreams she still doth haunt me,Sandals were for Clementine. Robed in garments soaked in brine.Though in life I used to hug her,Chorus Now she’s dead, I draw the line.3. Drove she ducklings to the water, ChorusEvery morning just at nineHit her foot against a splinter, 7. How I missed her, how I missed her,Fell into the foaming brine How I missed my Clementine,Then I kissed her little sister,Chorus And forgot dear….what’s her nameChorusRavioli(Tune for “Alouette”)All: Ravioli, I like ravioli.Ravioli, it’s the best for me.Leader: Have I got it on my chinAll: Yes, you got it on your chin.Leader: On my Chin?All: On your chin. OH-h-h-h-hRavioli, I like ravioli(Continue tie, shirt, pants, shoes, floor, walls.Point to the items as each new word is addedby the song leader. It is repeated by the chorusand all preceding verses are sung in reverseorder.)All: Ravioli, I like ravioli.Leader: Is it all over?All: Yes, it’s all over.Leader: Yes, it’s all over.My BonnieMy Bonnie lies over the ocean,My Bonnie lies over the sea.Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me.Bring back, bring back,Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me, to me,Stand up on the first word with a “b” in itthen sit down on the next “b” and so onwith each word with a “b” in it. The wholegroup should end the song sitting down.Bill Grogan’s Goat(echo repeat each line)Bill Grogan’s goatWas feelin’ fine,Ate three red shirts,Right off the line.I took a stick,Gave him a whackAnd tied him tothe railroad trackThe whistle blew,The train grew nighBill Grogan’s goat,was doomed to dieHe gave three groans,of awful pain,Coughed up those shirts,and flagged the train.We’re All Together AgainWe’re all together again, we’re here, we’re hereAnd who know when we’ll be all together againSinging we’re all together again, we’re hereComputer Song(Tune of “Take Me Out to the Ball Game”)8,8,, oh-oh, and it’sDo Your Ears Hang LowDo your ears hang lowDo they wobble to and froCan you tie them in a knotCan you tie them in a bowCan you throw them o’er your shoulder,Like a Continental soldier?Do you ears --- hang --- low?Old Buffalo Press
9T1000 CAMPFIRE SONGS - FUN - SHEET 5 PAGE 1 SixpenceI’ve got sixpence, jolly, jolly sixpence, I’ve got four pence, jolly, jolly four pence I’ve got two pence, jolly, jolly two pence I’ve got no pence, jolly, jolly no penceI’ve got sixpence to last me all my life I’ve got four pence to last me all my life I’ve got two pence to last me all my life I’ve got no pence to last me all my lifeI’ve got two pence to spend I’ve got two pence to spend I’ve got two pence to spend I’ve got no pence to spendAnd two pence lend And two pence to lend And no pence to lend And no pence to lendAnd two pence to send home to my wife, And no pence to send home to my wife, And no pence to send home to my wife, And no pence to send home to my wife,poor wife poor wife poor wife poor wifeChorus: No care have I to grieve me -- no pretty little girls to deceive me -- I’m as happy as a lark believe me -- as we go rolling, rolling homeRolling home (Rolling home), Rolling Home (Rolling home), by the light of the silvery moo -- oo -- on!Happy is the day when the staff gets their pay and we go rolling, rolling home.Old Buffalo PressOn Top of Old SmokeyOn top of Old Smokey,All covered in snow,I lost my poor lover,by courtin’ too slow.Now, courtin’s a pleasure,Partin’ is grief,But a false hearted lover,Is worse than a thief.A thief, he will rob you,And take all you have,will lead you to the grave.The grave will decay you,And turn you to dust,There ain’t one in a millionthat a poor boy can trust.They’ll hug you and kiss you,And tell you more lies,Than ties in a railroad,or stars in the sky.They’ll tell you they love youto give your heart ease.But as soon as your back’s turned,They’ll court who they pleaseCome all you young maidensand listen to me.Never place affectionon a green willow tree.For the leaves, they will wither.And the roots they will die.And lover will leave youAnd you’ll never know why.Fly SongI know an old lady who swallowed a fly.I don’t know why she swallowed a fly.I guess she’ll die.I know an old lady who swallowed a spiderThat wriggled and jiggled and tickled inside her.She swallowed the spider to eat the fly,But I don’t know why she swallowed the fly,I know an old lady who swallowed a . . .Bird: How absurd to swallow a bird.Cat: Imagine that to swallow a cat.Dog: What a hog, to swallow a dog.Goat: Opened her throat and swallowed a goat.Cow: I don’t know how she swallowed a cow.Horse: She died of course!Ally - Ally - OO - Le - AllyChorus:OO - as - er - am, OO - as - er - amAlly - ally - oo - le - ally, oo - as - er - am1. Leader: Joshua sitting in the temple of GideonAll: Ally - ally - oo - le - ally, oo - as - er - amLeader: Had a bad case of spinal menegidean.Chorus2. Leader: A poor man Died and he went to He-beum.Leader: Talkin’ with the saints until half past elevenum.3. Leader: A rich man died and he went to She-ol-ee-um.Leader: Sittin’ all day on a red “HOT” coal-ee-um.4. Leader: He says to the Devil, “It’s getting’ might hot-ee-um.Leader: Wish I had my whisky and tod-die-um.5. Leader: The Devil he says, this is no hotel-ee-um.Leader: Just a plain, oridinary - - SHHHhhhhhhFound a Peanut (Tune of Clementine)Found a peanut, found a peanut, found a peanut just nowBroke it open, broke it open, broke it open just nowIt was rotten … Died anyway ...Ate it anyway … Went to Heaven ...Got sick, got sink … Gates were locked ...Went to the Doctor … Went to the other place ...Gave me pill … Found a peanut ...
10T1000 CAMPFIRE SONGS - FUN - SHEET 5 PAGE 1 Henry and LizaThere’s a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, Dear Liza,There’s a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, a hole.Well fix it, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,Well fix it, dear henry, dear Henry, my love.With what shall I fix it? With a stick.The stick is too big Well cut it.With what shall I cut it? With a knife.The knife is too dull Well sharpen it.With what shall I sharpen it? With a stone.The stone is too dry. Well wet it.With what shall I wet it? With some water.In what shall I fetch it? In a bucket.There’s a hole in the bucket!!Old Buffalo Press