All Through the Night
Sleep, my child, and peace attend thee,
All through the night;
Guardian angels God will send thee,
All through the night.
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and vale in slumber sleeping,
I my loving vigil keeping,
All through the night.
While the moon her watch is keeping,
All through the night;
While the weary world is sleeping,
All through the night.
O’er thy spirit gently stealing,
Visions of delight revealing,
Breathes a pure and holy feeling,
All through the night.
Though I roam a minstrel lonely,
All through the night;
My true harp shall praise thee only,
All through the night.
Love’s young dream, alas! is over,
Yet my strains of love shall hover,
Near the presence of my lover,
All through the night.
Hark! A solemn bell is ringing,
Clear through the night;
Thou, my love, art heav’nward winging,
Home through the night.
Earthly dust from off the shaken,
Soul immortal shalt not waken,
With thy last dim journey taken,
Home through the night.
Auld Lang Syne
Should old acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintance be forgot, in days of auld lang syne?
Chorus
For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne;
We’ll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne.
And here’s a hand, my trusty friend, and give’s a hand of thine;
We’ll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne.
Barges
Out of my window looking in the night,
I can see the barges flickering light.
Silently flows the river to the sea,
And the barges too go silently.
Barges, I would like to go with you;
I would like to sail the ocean blue.
Barges, have you treasures in your hold?
Do you fight with pirates brave and bold?
Out of my window looking in the night,
I can see the barges flickering light.
Starboard shines green and port is glowing red,
You can see them flickering far ahead.
Barges, I would like to go with you;
I would like to sail the ocean blue.
Barges, have you treasures in your hold?
Do you fight with pirates brave and bold?
Barges
Out of my window looking in the night,
I can see the barges flickering light.
Silently flows the river to the sea,
As the barges do go silently.
Chorus
Barges, I would like to go with you,
I would like to sail the ocean blue.
Barges, have you treasure in your hold,
Do you fight with pirates brave and bold.
Out of my window looking in the night,
I can see the barges flickering light.
Starboard shines green and port is glowing red,
I can see the barges far ahead.
How my heart longs to sail away with you,
As you sail across the ocean blue.
But I must stay beside my ocean clear,
As I watch you sail away from here.
Away from my window on into the night,
I will watch til they are out of sight.
Taking their cargo far across the sea,
I wish that someday they’d take me.
Come, Come, Ye Saints
Come, come ye Saints, no toil or labor fear; but with joy wend your way.
Though hard to you this journey may appear, grace shall be as your day.
‘Tis better far for us to strive, our useless cares from us drive;
Do this and joy your hearts will swell. All is well! All is well!
Why should we mourn or think our lot is hard? ‘Tis not so; all is right.
Why should we think to earn a great reward if we now shun the fight?
Gird up your loins, fresh courage take, our God will never us forsake;
And soon we’ll have this tale to tell: All is well! All is well!
Chestnut Tree
Under the spreading chestnut tree, where I held you on my knee.
We’ll be happy as can be; under the spreading chestnut tree.
The first time through, sing the words as written. The second time, omit the word “tree” and instead imitate tree branches with upward and outward hand motions. The next time, also omit “nut” and tap the top of the head. Then, omit “chest” but pat the chest. Then, omit “spreading” and instead spread hands apart, etc. [Replace “happy” with a scowl and growl.] At the finish, almost half the song will be gestures.
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 fairy, and her shoes were number nine,
Herring boxes without topses, sandals were for Clementine.
Drove she ducklings to the water every morning just at nine,
Hit her foot against a splinter, fell into the foaming brine.
Ruby lips above the water, blowing bubbles soft and fine,
Alas for me! I was no swimmer, so I lost my Clementine.
In a churchyard near the canyon, where the myrtle doth entwine,
There grow roses and other posies, fertilized by Clementine.
Then the miner, forty-niner, soon began to peak and pine,
Thought he oughter join his daughter, now he’s with his Clementine.
In my dreams she still doth haunt me, robed in garments soaked in brine,
While in life I used to hug her, now she’s dead I draw the line.
How I missed her, how I missed her, how I missed my Clementine,
Until I kissed her little sister, and forgot my Clementine.
Now ye Scouts all heed the warning to this tragic tale of mine,
Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation would have saved my Clementine.
Deep And Wide
Deep and wide, deep and wide, there’s a fountain flowing deep and wide. [Repeat.]
Sing the words as written the first time through. Then, instead of saying the word “deep”, make a gesture (one hand above the other) to show depth. The next time, also show “wide” by spreading hands out to the side for width. Continue with “fountain” (make a fountain-like gesture), and “flowing” (make a rippling gesture with hands moving from one side to the other at chest level).
Green Grow the Rushes
This is a very old folk song. I present here the Scout version and a published version - - you will understand the difference. This song is structured like the 12 Days of Christmas, in that it builds as the verses progress, until at the end, the singers respond with all 12 lines. It is not sung to a “stock” tune -- you will have to find someone who knows it to learn the tune.
Here is how the Scout version begins:
Leader: I’ll sing you one ho
Group: Green grow the rushes ho, What is your one ho?
Leader: One is one and all alone and ever more shall it be so.
That is the basic form. Here is the second round:
Leader: I’ll sing you two ho
Group: Green grow the rushes ho, What is your two ho?
Leader: Two, two little Cub Scouts, Clothed them all in green ho
Leader and Group: One is one and all alone and ever more shall it be so
So, you can see how it goes. Here are the other 10 lines:
Twelve for the Twelve Apostles
Eleven for the eleven who went to Heaven
Ten for the Ten Commandments
Nine for the night (nine??) bright shiners
Eight for the April rainers
Seven for the seven stars in the sky
Six for the six proud walkers
Five for symbols at your door
Four for the Gospel makers
Three, three the rivals
According to “Rise Up Singing” published by Sing Out publications the song was first printed in “English County Songs” by Broadwood and Maitland in 1893. Here are the lyrics:
One is one and all alone and evermore shall be
2, 2 the lily white boys, clothed all in green-o
3, 3 the rivals
4 for the Gospel makers
5 for the symbols at your door
6 for the 6 proud walkers
7 for the 7 stars in the sky
8 for the April raiders
9 for the 9 bright shiners
10 for the 10 Commandments
11 for the 11 that went up to heaven
12 for the 12 Apostles
Green Grow the Rushes
I’ll sing you one-ho, green grow the rushes-ho.
What is your one-ho?
One is one, and all alone, and ever more shall be it so!
I’ll sing you two-ho, green grow the rushes-ho.
What is your two-ho?
Two, two, lily white boys, cloth-ed all in green-ho
One is one, and all alone, and ever more shall be it so!
[Continue: adding each verse and repeating backwards to, “One is one, and all alone, and ever more shall be it so!”]
Three, three, the rivals;
Four for the Gospel makers;
Five for the symbols at your door;
Six for the six proud walkers;
Seven for the seven stars in the sky;
Eight for the April rainers;
Nine for the nine bright shiners;
Ten for the ten commandments;
Eleven for the eleven who went to heaven;
Twelve for the twelve apostles.
Kum Ba Yah (Come with Me)
Kum ba yah, my Lord, Kum ba yah.
Kum ba yah, my Lord, Kum ba yah.
Kum ba yah, my Lord, Kum ba yah.
Oh Lord, Kum ba yah.
2. someone’s crying, Lord
3. someone’s singing, Lord
4. someone’s praying, Lord
Kum Ba Yah (Come By Here)
Kum ba yah, my Lord, kum ba yah! [Repeat twice more.]
Oh Lord, kum ba yah!
Someone’s sleeping, Lord . . .
Someone’s crying, Lord . . .
Someone’s singing, Lord . . .
Someone’s laughing, Lord . . .
Someone’s praying, Lord . . .
Someone’s Scouting, Lord . . .
Someone’s camping, Lord . . .
Add other verses, as appropriate.
Actions
“Kum Ba Yah” - hand over hand, then arms out to either side.
“Lord” - extend arms upward.
Other actions are as expected, for example: “Scouting” (Scout sign); “camping” (made tent shape with hands).
Ging Gang Goo
Ging gang gooli gooli gooli watcha, ging gang goo, ging gang
goo. [Repeat.]
Heyla, heyla sheyla, heyla sheyla heyla ho. [Repeat.]
Shali walli, shali walli, shali walli, shali walli,
Oompha, Oompah . . .
Sing as a round, with one group continuing with the “Oompah” and another singing the song again from the beginning; then switch.
Good night . . . Scouts
Good night . . . Scouts, good night . . . Scouts
Good night . . . Scouts, we’re going to leave you now.
Merrily we Scout along, scout along, scout along.
Merrily we Scout along, on the Scouting trail.
Farewell, . . . Scouts . . . .
Sweet dreams, . . . Scouts . . . .
Grandfather’s Clock
My grandfather’s clock was too large for the shelf,
So it stood ninety years on the floor.
It was taller by half than the old man himself,
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more.
It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born,
And was always his treasure and pride;
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died.
Chorus
Ninety years without slumbering, tick, tock, tick, tock,
His life seconds numbering, tick, tock, tick, tock,
It stopped, short, never to go again, when the old man died.
In watching its pendulum swing to and fro,
Many hours had he spent as a boy;
And in childhood and manhood the clock seemed to know
And to share both his grief and his joy.
For it struck twenty-four when he entered at the door
With a blooming and beautiful bride.
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died.
My grandfather said that of those he could hire,
Not a servant so faithful he found;
For it wasted no time, and had but one desire:
At the close of each week to be wound.
And it kept in its place, not a frown upon its face,
And its hands never hung by its side.
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died.
It rang in alarm in the dead of the night,
An alarm that for years had been dumb.
And we knew that his spirit was plumbing its flight,
That his hour of departure had come.
Still the clock kept the time, with a soft and muffled chime,
As we silently stood by his side
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died.
Greenland Fisheries
‘Twas in eighteen hundred and fifty three,
On June the thirteenth day,
That our gallant ship her anchor weighed,
And for Greenland bore away, brave boys,
And for Greenland bore away.
The lookout in the crosstrees stood
With a spyglass in his hand.
“There’s a whale, there’s a whale, there’s a whalefish” he
cried
And she blows at every span, brave boys.
And she blows at every span.
The captain stood on the quarter-deck,
And a fine little man was he.
“Overhaul! Overhaul! let your davit-tackles fall,
And launch your boats for the sea, brave boys,
And launch your boats for the sea.”
Now the boats were launched and the men aboard,
And the whale was full in view.
Resolved was each seaman bold,
To steer where the whalefish blew, brave boys,
To steer where the whalefish blew.
We struck the whale, and the line paid out,
But she gave such a flourish with her tail,
That the boat capsized and four men were lost,
And we never caught that whale, brave boys,
And we never caught that whale.
“To lose that whale” our captain said
“It grieves my heart full sore,
But to lose four of our gallant sailor boys,
It grieves me ten times more, brave boys,
It grieves me ten times more.”
“The winter star doth now appear,
So, boys, we’ll anchor weigh.
It’s time to leave this cold country,
And homeward bear away, brave boys,
And homeward bear away.”
Oh, Greenland is a dreadful place,
A land that’s never green.
Where there’s ice and snow, and the whalefishes blow,
And the daylight’s seldom seen, brave boys,
And the daylight’s seldom seen.
He’s Got the Whole World in His Hands
He’s got the whole world in His hands.
He’s got the whole world in His hands.
He’s got the whole world in His hands.
He’s got the whole world in His hands.
2. He’s got the wind and the rain in His hands.
3. He’s got the tiny little baby in His hands.
4. He’s got you and me sister in His hands.
If You’re Happy
If you’re happy and you know it [clap your hands (twice).]
[Repeat.]
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 (twice).]
2. Stamp your feet. 3. Give the sign [Scout sign]. 4. Shout
‘HOORAY.’ 5. Do all four.
If You’re Daffy
Same format as “If You’re Happy” but substitute: clap your fingers; knock your knees
It’s a Small World
It’s a world of laughter, a world of tears;
It’s a world of hopes and a world of fears.
There’s so much that we share
That it’s time we were aware.
It’s a small world after all.
It’s a small world after all,
It’s a small world after all.
It’s a small world after all.
It’s a small, small world.
There is just one moon
And one golden sun
And a smile means friendship
to ev’ryone.
Though the mountains divide
and the oceans are wide,
It’s a small world after all.
It was Friday Night When We Set Sail (The Mermaid)
It was Friday night when we set sail,
And we were not far from the land.
When the captain spied a lovely mermaid
With a comb and a brush in her hand, her hand, her hand,
With a comb and a brush in her hand.
Chorus
Oh! the ocean waves may roll, may roll,
And the stormy winds may blow, may blow-o,
But we poor sailors go skipping to the tops
While the land-lubbers lie down below, below, below,
While the land-lubbers lie down below.
Then up spoke the captain of our gallant ship,
And a fine old man was he,
Saying, “This fishy mermaid has warned us of our doom;
We shall sink to the bottom of the sea, the sea, the sea,
We shall sink to the bottom of the sea!”
Then up spoke the mate of our gallant ship,
And a well spoken man was he;
“I’ve married a wife in Salem Town,
And tonight she a widow will be, will be, will be,
And tonight she a widow will be.”
Then up spoke the cook of our gallant ship.
And a RED HOT cook was he;
“I care much more for my kettles and my pots
Than I do for the bottom of the sea, the sea, the sea,
Than I do for the bottom of the sea.
Then up spoke the cabin boy of our gallant ship.
And a scurvy little rascal was he;
“I’ve nary a soul in Salem Town
Who will care what happened to me, to me, to me,
Who will care what happened to me.
SLOWLY
Then three times round, went our gallant ship
Then three times round went she;
Then three times round, went our gallant ship
And she sank to the bottom of the sea, the sea, the sea,
And she sank to the bottom of the sea.
I’ve Got Sixpence
I’ve got sixpence, jolly, jolly sixpence,
I’ve got sixpence, to last me all my life.
I’ve got twopence to spend, and twopence to lend,
And twopence to send home to my wife. Poor wife!
Chorus
No cares 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 home.
Rolling home, rolling home. [Repeat]
Rolling home to my home by the sea, boom, boom, boom.
Happy as the day when our leaders get their pay.
As we go rolling, rolling home.
I’ve got fourpence, jolly, jolly fourpence,
John Brown’s Baby
[Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic]
John Brown’s baby had a cold upon its chest.[Repeat twice more.]
So they rubbed it with camphorated oil.
The second time through, replace the word, “chest” by patting the chest. Next time, substitute a cough for the word, “cold.” Then, substitute baby-rocking arm motions for the word, “baby.”
Lydia Pinkham
Chorus
So Let us drink-a, drink-a, drink,
To Lydia Pinkham, Pinkham, Pink.
The savior of the human race.
She invented a vegetable compound
Twas efficacious in every case.
Here’s a story, a little bit gory,
A little bit happy, a little bit sad.
Of Lydia Pinkham and her vegetable compound,
And how it drove her to the bad.
My brother Bob, he was quite a slob,
He used to drool all over town.
‘Til they gave him vegetable compound,
And in a week he almost drowned.
Johnny Hammer, had a terrible stammer.
He could barely say a word.
So they gave him vegetable compound,
Now he’s seen but never heard.
Oh, Uncle Paul, he was so small.
He was the shortest man in town.
‘Til they rubbed him with vegetable compound,
Now he weighs but half a pound.
A lady named Gwen had no children.
She was barren we did fear.
‘Til they gave her vegetable compound,
Now she delivers twice a year.
Ebenezer thought he was Julius Caesar,
So they put him in a home.
There they gave him vegetable compound,
Now he’s emperor of Rome.
Poor Lydia died and went to heaven.
All the church bells they did ring.
But she took along her vegetable compound,
Hark, how the Herald Angels sing!
Lydia Pinkham (1819-1883) was an American proprietor who claimed that her Vegetable Compound, a blend of herbs and 18% alcohol, could cure any “female complaint” from nervous prostration to a prolapsed uterus. Although its therapeutic effects were never substantiated by medical proof, her product gained popularity among women, many of whom hesitated to consult male physicians about female problems.” In the 1920s, federal regulations caused both the product’s claims and its alcohol content to be reduced.
Michael Row the Boat
Michael, row the boat ashore, Alleluia
Michael, row the boat ashore, Alleluia.
Sister, help to trim the sail,
Sister, help to trim the sail,
Brother, lend a helping hand,
Brother, lend a helping hand,
Jordan’s river is chilly and cold,
Chills the body but not the soul,
Jordan’s river is deep and wide,
Milk and honey on the other side.
Gabriel blow the trumpet horn
Blow the trumpet loud and long.
Morning Has Broken
Morning has broken, like the first morning,
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing fresh from the word.
Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven,
Like the first dew fall on the first grass.
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden,
Sprung 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 re-creation of the new day.
Cool the gray clouds roll, peaking the mountains,
Gull in her free flight, swooping the skies.
Praise for the mystery, misting the morning,
Behind the shadow, waiting to shine.
I am the sunrise, warming the heavens,
Spilling my warm glow over the earth.
Praise for the brightness of this new morning,
Filling my spirit with Your great love.
Mine is a turning, mine is a new life,
Mine is a journey closer to You.
Praise for the sweet glimpse, caught in a moment,
Joy breathing deeply, dancing in flight.
One Finger, One Thumb
One finger, one thumb, one hand, keep moving [repeat twice]
And we’ll all be happy again!
One finger, one thumb, one hand, two hands keep moving [repeat 2 more times.]
And we’ll all be happy again!
With each new verse, add the following in succession: 3. One arm; 4. Two arms; 5. One leg; 6. Two legs; 7. Stand up-sit down; 8. [Stand up] Turn around [Sit down].
She’ll Be Coming ‘Round the Mountain
She’ll be coming ‘round the mountain when she comes. (Toot Toot!)
She’ll be coming ‘round the mountain when she comes. (Toot Toot!)
She’ll be coming ‘round the mountain,
She’ll be coming ‘round the mountain,
She’ll be coming ‘round the mountain when she comes. (Toot Toot!)
2. She’ll be driving six white horses when she comes. (Whoa back!)
3. Oh, we’ll all go out to meet her when she comes. (Hi babe!)
4. Oh, we’ll kill the old red rooster when she comes. (hack hack!)
5. Oh, we’ll all have chicken and dumplings when she comes. (Yum Yum!)
6. She’ll have to sleep with Granny when she comes. (Snore Snore!)
7. Tell me do you know what coming ‘round the mountain? (spoken at the end:)
Then why are we singing this stupid song?
Show Me the Way to Go Home
Show me the way to go home, I’m tired and I want to go to bed.
Oh, I had a little drink about an hour ago, and it went right to my head.
Wherever I may roam, on land or sea or foam.
You will always hear me singing this song: Show me the way to go home.
Fancy word version:
Indicate the way to my habitual abode, I’m fatigued and I want to retire.
Oh, I had a little liquid sixty minutes ago, and it went right to my cerebellum.
Wherever I may perambulate, on land or sea or atmospheric bubbles.
You will always hear me humming this melody: Indicate the way to my habitual abode.
Sloop John B.
We came on the sloop John B., my grandfather and me,
Round Nassau town we did roam,
Drinking all night, got into a fight,
Well, I feel so break-up, I want to go home.
Chorus
So, hoist up the John B.’s sails, see how the main sails set,
Send for the Captain ashore, let me go home;
Let me go home, I want to go home,
I feel so break-up, I want to go home.
Well, the first mate, he got drunk,
Broke up the people’s trunk,
Constable has to come and take him away,
Sheriff John Stone, please leave me alone.
I feel so break-up, I want to go home.
The poor cook he got fits, throw’d away all my grits,
Then he went and ate up all of my corn,
Oh, let me go home, I want to go home,
This is the worst trip I’ve ever been on.
Streets of London
Have you seen the old man in the closed down market,
kicking up the papers with his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride hand held loosely by his side
yesterday papers telling yesterday’s news.
Refrain
So how can you tell me you’re lonely
and say for you that the sun don’t shine
let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of london
I’ll show you something to make you change your mind.
Have you seen the old girl who walks the streets of London,
dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?
She’s no time for talkin’ she just keeps on walkin’,
carrying her home in two carrier bags.
Refrain
In the all night cafe at a quarter past eleven
same old man sitting there on his own,
looking at the world over the rim of his tea cup
and each tea lasts an hour and wanders home alone.
Refrain
Have you seen the old man outside the seaman’s mission,
memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears?
And in our winter city the rain cries a little pity
for one more forgotten hero and a world that doesn’t care.
Final Refrain
Swing Low, Sweet Chariot
Chorus
Swing low, sweet chariot, comin’ for to carry me home;
Swing low, sweet chariot, comin’ for to carry me home.
I looked over Jordan, and what did I see,
Comin’ for to carry me home;
A band of angels coming after me,
Comin’ for to carry me home.
If you get to heaven before I do,
Comin’ for to carry me home;
Just tell all my friends that I’m a coming too,
Comin’ for to carry me home.
I’m sometimes up and sometimes down,
Comin’ for to carry me home;
But still my soul feels heavenly bound,
Comin’ for to carry me home.
I’ve never been to heaven, but I’ve been told,
Comin’ for to carry me home;
That the streets in heaven are paved with gold,
Comin’ for to carry me home.
Switch
(Tune: Reuben and Rachel)
I don’t care if I go crazy
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, Switch.
Crazy go I, if care don’t I
6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Switch.
The Ash Grove
The ash grove, how graceful, how plainly ‘tis speaking
The harp thro’ it playing has language for me
Whenever the light through its branches is breaking
A host of kind faces is gazing on me
The friends of my childhood again are before me
Each step wakes a mem’ry as freely I roam
With soft whispers laden its leaves rustle o’er me
The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home
Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander
When twilight is fading, I pensively rove.
Or at the bright moontide in solitude wander
Amid the dark shades of the lonely ash grove.
‘Tis there where the blackbird is cheerfully singing
Each warbler enchants with his notes from a tree.
Ah then little think I of sorrow or sadness
The ash grove entrancing spells beauty for me.
My laughter is over, my step loses lightness
Old countryside measures steal soft on my ears
I only remember the past and its brightness
The dear ones I mourn for again gather here
From out of the shadows their loving looks greet me
And wistfully searching the leafy green dome
I find other faces fond bending to greet me
The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home
The Death of Cock Robin
Chorus
All the birds of the air fell a sighin’ and sobbin’,
When they heard of the death of poor cock robin,
When they heard of the death of poor cock robin.
1. Who killed cock robin?
“I”, said the sparrow, “with my bow and arrow.”
“I killed cock robin.”
2. Who saw him die?
“I”, said the fly, “with my little eye.”
3. Who’ll make his shroud?
“I”, said the beetle, “with my thread and needle.”
4. Who’ll dig his grave ?
“I”, said the owl, “with my little trowel.”
5. Who’ll give the memorial?
“I”, said the rook, “with my little book.”
6. Who’ll be chief mourner?
“I”, said the dove, “with my undying love.”
7. Who’ll bear the coffin?
“I”, said the wren, “with rooster and the hen.”
8. Who’ll let him down?
“I”, said the crane, “with my golden chain.”
9. Who’ll cover him over?
“I”, said the crow, “with my little hoe.”
10.Who’ll toll the bell?
“I”, said the bull, “because I can pull.”
11.Who’ll mark the grave?
“I”, said the thrush, “with my paint and brush.”
12.Who’ll keep the vigil?
“I”, said the lark, “so long as it’s not dark.”
The Saints Go Marching In
Oh, when the Saints go marching in,
Oh, when the Saints go marching in,
Lord, I want to be in that number,
When the Saints go marching in.
2. And when the revelation comes.
3. And when the new world is revealed.
4. And when the sun refuse to shine.
5. And when they gather ‘round the throne.
6. And on that hallelujah day.
7. And when the Saints go marching in.
The Ship Titanic
Oh, they built the ship Titanic to sail the ocean blue,
And they thought they had a ship that the water would never leak through,
But the Lord’s almighty hand knew that ship would never stand.
It was sad when the great ship went down.
Chorus
Oh, it was sad, it was sad; it was sad, it was sad;
It was sad when the great ship went down, to the bottom of the
Husbands and wives, little-bitty children lost their lives,
It was sad when that great ship went down.
Oh, they sailed away from England, and were almost to the shore,
When the rich refused to associate with the poor,
So they put them down below, where they were the first to go.
It was sad when the great ship went down.
The boat was full of din, and the sides about to burst,
When the captain shouted “Women and children first!”
Then the captain tried to wire, but the wireless was on fire.
It was sad when the great ship went down.
So they swung the lifeboats out o’re the deep and raging sea
The band struck up with ‘Nearer My God to Thee’,
Little children wept and cried, as the waves swept, o’re the side,
It was sad when the great ship went down.
Oh the moral to be gained from this tale of woe and pain,
Is that if you’re rich you should not be so vain.
For in the good Lord’s eyes, you’re the same as other guys.
It was sad when the great ship went down.
Oh they built another ship they called, “Titanic II.”
They were sure this time that the water would never leak thorough.
So they launched it with a cheer, and it sank right off the pier.
It was sad when the great ship went down.
You Are My Sunshine
Chorus
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,
You make me happy when skies are gray.
You’ll never know dear, how much I love you;
Please don’t take my sunshine away.
The other night dear, when I was sleeping,
I dreamt I held you in my arms.
When I awoke dear, I was mistaken;
So I hung my head and I cried . . .
I’ll always love you and make you happy,
If you will only say the same,
But if you leave me to love another,
You’ll regret it all some day.
You told me once, dear, you really loved me
And no one else could come between
But now you’ve left me and love another
You have shattered all my dreams.
Hymn of Scouting
[Tune: The Church’s One Foundation]
Oh Father we would bring Thee a Scoutship strong and true,
A life of loving service and struggle well won through,
A Scoutship that our Founder would surely love to see,
Of utter self-surrender and spotless purity.
Oh knit us all together as loyal friends of all,
And make us every ready to help up those who fall,
As Scouts we must be trusted to others to do good,
God bless and keep and strengthen the Scouting brother[/sister]hood.
So as we stand before Thee we give our promise true,
That we will on our honor love God and country too.
We’ll help all others daily in all we say and do,
And live the laws of Scouting as Thou woulds’t have us do.
And so Thee our Captain, as loyal Scouts we come,
And ask that Thou will leads us ‘til Scouting days are done.
We face tomorrow’s struggles strong in Thy strength alone:
Look down and bless our Scoutship, for we would be Thine own.
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.
2. I’ve got that Scouting spirit deep in my heart.
3. I’ve got that Scouting spirit down in my feet.
4. I’ve got that Scouting spirit all over me.
On My Honour
Chorus
On my honour I will try.
There’s a duty to be done and I say aye.
There’s a reason here for a reason above.
My honour is to try and my duty is love.
People don’t need to know my name.
If I do any harm, then I’m to blame.
When I help another, I help me,
If I’ve opened up my eyes to see.
Chorus
I’ve tucked away a song or two.
If you’re feeling low, there’s one for you.
When you need a friend, then I will come.
There are many more where I come from.
Chorus
Come with me where a fire burns bright.
We can even see better in a candle’s light.
But we find more meaning in a campfire’s glow
Than we’d ever learn in a year or so.
Chorus
We’ve made a promise to always keep.
And the day is done before we sleep.
We’ll be Girl Scouts together and when we’re gone
We’ll still be trying and singing this song.
Chorus
This Little Scouting Light
This little Scouting light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.
[Repeat twice more.]
Let it shine all the time, let it shine.
All around the neighborhood, I’m gonna let it shine. . . .
Hide it under a bushel-NO!- I’m gonna let it shine. . . .
Don’t you try to blow it out, I’m gonna let it shine. . . .
All around this world of ours, I’m gonna let it shine. . . .
Who’ll Come A-Scouting
[Tune: Waltzing Matilda]
Once a mighty soldier, beloved by his fellow men,
Under the shade of the flag of the free,
Took some youth and trained them,
Taught them to be brave and true,
Who’ll come a-Scouting, a-Scouting with me.
Chorus
Keep on a-working, never a-shirking,
Carry out the rules as you know them to be,
And we’ll sing as we put our shoulders and our brains to work,
Who’ll come a-Scouting, a-Scouting with me.
Soon the little band grew, swelling to great number,
Through other countries, one, two, three;
Then around the world it spread, stronger, ever stronger,
Who’ll come a-Scouting, a-Scouting with me.
Chorus
Keep on praying, keep on saying,
If we work hard enough, then we’ll stay free.
And we’ll sing as we put our shoulders and our brains to work,
Who’ll come a-Scouting, a-Scouting with me.
