Baby beluga in the deep blue sea,
Swim so wild and you swim so free.
Heaven about you, sea below,
Just a little white whale on the go.
Baby beluga, baby beluga, is the water warm?
Is your mother home with you, so happy.
Way down yonder where the dolphins play,
Where they dive and splash all day,
The waves roll in and the waves roll out,
See the water squirting out of your spout.
Baby beluga, baby beluga, sing your little song,
Sing for all your friends, we like to hear you.
Then it's late and you're home and fed,
Curling up snug in your waterbed.
Stars are shining and the moon is bright,
Good night, little whale, goodnight.
Baby beluga, baby beluga, with tomorrow's sun,
Another day has come, you'll soon be waking.
Baby beluga, baby beluga, is the water warm?
Is your mother home with you, so happy.
Actions: Hands together, make the shape of a small whale jumping over the waves.

The Cat Came Back

Old man Johnson had troubles of his own.
Had a little cat that wouldn't leave him alone.
He tried and tried to give him away,
He gave him to a man going far, far away.

CHORUS:

But the cat came back, the very next day.
But the cat came back, they thought he was a goner,
But the cat came back, he just couldn't stay away, away, away.
He gave it to a man going up in a ballon
Told him to give it to the man in the moon
The ballon came down about 20 miles away
And where that man is we just can't say.

(chorus)

He gave him to a boy with a dollar note,
Told him to take up the river in a boat,
Tied a rock round its neck must have weighed a hundred pounds,
And now they're dredging the river for the little boy who drowned.

(chorus)

He gave hime to a man going way, way out west,
Told him to give it to the one he favored best,
First the train jumped track, then it hit the rail,
And no one is alive today to tell the gruesome tale.

(chorus)

Old man Johnson said he'd shoot that cat on sight,
So he loaded up his shotgun with nails and dynamite.
He waited and waited for that cat to come around,
But ninety seven pieces of the man were all they ever found

(chorus)

The H-bomb fell just the other day,
The A-bomb fell in the very same way,
Russia went, China went, and the USA
The human race was destroyed without a chance to pray.

Dum, Dum, Da, Da

Dum, dum, da, da,
Da-dum, dum, da, da,
Da-dum, dum, da, da, da, dum, da-dum, dum, dum

Dum, dum, da, da,
Da-dum, dum, da, da,
Da-dum, dum, da, da, da, dum.

First time through: pat both knees twice, then right hand to left shoulder twice; pat knees twice, then left hand to right

shoulder twice.

Second time through: pat both knees once, then right hand to left shoulder once; pat knees once, then left hand to right

shoulder once; pat knees, then cross arms, uncross arms and then snap fingers.

Third time through: left hand on right elbow, flutter right hand; right hand on left elbow, flutter left hand.

Fourth time through: brush hands, then right hand on left elbow; left hand on right elbow.

Fifth time through: cross arms, lean alternately forward and back.

Little Bunny Fu-Fu

Little bunny Fu-fu, hoppin' though the forest,
Scoopin' up the field mice and boppin' them on the head.
Along came the good fairy, and she said:
"Little bunny Fu-fu, I don't want to see you
Scoopin' up the field mice and boppin' them on the head.
I'll give you three chances to change your ways, and if you
don't obey, I'll turn you into a goon."

So the next day . . . [Repeat-two more chances . . . ]

So the next day . . . [Repeat-one more chance . . . ]

So the next day . . . [Repeat]

"I gave you three chances to change your ways and you didn't
obey, so now I'm turning you into goon. Pooff! You're a goon.
And the moral of this story is . . . 'Hare today and gone tomorrow.'

I'm a Little Hunk of Tin

I'm a little hunk of tin, nobody knows where I have been.
Got four wheels and a running board, I'm a four-by-four-by-four..
Honk-honk, rattle-rattle, rattle crash, beep-beep
Honk-hank, rattle-rattle, rattle crash, beep-beep
Honk-honk, honk, honk.
Actions: honk-pull ears; rattle-shake head; crash-cover face
with hands; beep-push on nose with flat of hand

There were Three Jolly Fishermen

There were three jolly fishermen,
There were three jolly fishermen,
There were three jolly fishermen,
Fisher, fisher, men, men, men,
Fisher, fisher, men, men, men,
There were three jolly fishermen.

The first one's name was Abraham,
The first one's name was Abraham,
The first one's name was Abraham,

Abra, Abra, ham, ham, ham,
Abra, Abra, ham, ham, ham,
The first one's name was Abraham.

The second one's name was I-I-saac,
The second one's name was I-I-saac,
The second one's name was I-I-saac,

I-I, I-I, saac, saac, saac,
I-I, I-I, saac, saac, saac,
The second one's name was I-I-saac.

The third one's name was Ja-a-cob,
The third one's name was Ja-a-cob,
The third one's name was Ja-a-cob,
Ja-a, Ja-a, cub, cub, cub,
Ja-a, Ja-a, cub, cub, cub,
The third one's name was Ja-a-cob.

They all went up to Jericho,
They all went up to Jericho,
They all went up to Jericho,
Jer-i, Jer-i, cho, cho, cho,
Jer-i, Jer-i, cho, cho, cho,
They all went up to Jericho.

They should have gone to Amsterdam,
They should have gone to Amsterdam,
They should have gone to Amsterdam,
Amster, amster, shh, shh, shh,
Amster, amster, shh, shh, shh,
They should have gone to Amsterdam.

The Muffin Man

Do you know the muffin Man,
the Muffin Man, the muffin man.

Do You know the muffin man,
who lives on gingerbread lane.

Yes I know the muffin man,
the muffin man, the muffin man.

Yes I know the muffin man,
who lives on gingerbread lane.

We all know the muffin man,
the muffin man, the muffin man.

We all know the muffin man,
who lives on gingerbread lane.

Start with one person, asking another. Then third verse together. Then each of them finds another person to ask and it keeps repeating until everyone knows the muffin man.

Singing in the Rain

We're singing in the rain, just singing in the rain.
What a glorious feeling, we're happy again.
Thumbs up! [Group echoes.]

A-root-ta-ta, root-ta-ta. root-ta-ta-TA

Add each of the following, in turn:

Thumbs Up Arms Out Elbows In
Knees Bent Knees together Toes together
Butt out Chest out Head Back Tongue out

TRADITIONAL SONGS

Acres of Clams

I've wandered all over this country,
Prospecting and digging for gold;

I've tunnel'd, hydraulicked, and cradled,
And I nearly froze in the cold.

And I nearly froxe in the cold,
And I nearly froze in the cold,
I've tunnel'd, hydraulicked, and cradled,
And I nearly froze in the cold.

I rolled up my grub in my blanket,
I left all my tools on the ground,
I started one morning to shank it
For the country they call Puget Sound.

For the country they call Puget Sound,
For the country they call Puget Sound,
I started one morning to shank it
For the country they call Puget Sound.

No longer the slave of ambition,
I laugh at the worls and its shams,
And I think of my happy condition
Surrounded by acres of clams.

Surrounded by acres of clams,
Surrounded by acres of clams,
And I think of my happy condition
Surrounded by acres of clams.

Aunt Rhody

Go tell Aunt Rhody, go tell Aunt Rhody,
Go tell Aunt Rhody, the old gray goose is dead.

- The one she's been saving, [Repeat twice more.]

To make a feather bed.

- She died in the mill pond, [Repeat twice more.]

From standing on her head.

- The goslings are mourning, [Repeat twice more.]

Because their mother's dead.

- The old gander's weeping, [Repeat twice more.]

Because his mate is dead.

CHARLIE ON THE M.T.A

Let me tell ya of a story 'bout a man named Charlie, on a tragic
and faithful day. He put ten cents in his pocket, kissed his wife and
family, went to ride on the M.T.A

Chorus: But did he ever return? No, he never returned, and his fate
is still unlearned. (Poor old charlie). He may ride forever
'neath the streets of Boston, he's the man who never returned.

Charlie handed in his dime at the Kendel Square Station and he
changed for Jamaca Plains. When he gott there the conductor
told him, "one more nickle," Charlie couldn't get off that
train

Well all night long Charlie rides through the stations, saying,
"What will become of me? How can I afford to see my sister in
Chelsea or my cousin or Roxbury?"

Charlie's wife goes down to the Scully Square station, every day
at a quarter past two. And through the open window,
she hands Charlie a sandwich as the train goes a rumbling through.

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."

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 in,
Early on one frosty morning';
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixieland.

Chorus

Then I wish I was in Dixie, hooray! Hooray!
In Dixieland I'll take my stand to live and die in Dixie;
Away, away, away down south in Dixie. [Repeat.]

There's buckwheat cakes and Indian batter
Makes you fat, but that don't matter;
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixieland.

Then hoe it down and scratch your grabble,
To Dixieland I'm bound to travel,

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.

Down in the valley, walking between,
Telling our story, here's what it means.
Here's what it means, dear, here's what it means,
Telling our story, here's what it means.

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.

Build me a castle forty feet high,
So I can see him as he rides by;
As he rides by, dear, as he rides by,
So I can see him as he rides by.

Writing this letter, containing three lines,
Answer my question, "Will you be mine?"
"Will you be mine, dear, will you be mine,"
Answer my question, "Will you be mine?"

If you don't love me, love whom you please,
Throw your arms round me, give my heart ease.
Give my heart ease, dear, give my heart ease,
Throw your arms round me, give my heart ease.

Throw your arms round me, before it's too late;
Throw your arms round me, feel my heart break.
Feel my heart break, dear, feel my heart break.
Throw your arms round me, feel my heart break.

The Erie Canal

I've got a mule, her name is Sal,
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal.

She's a good ol' worker and a good ol' pal,
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal.

We've hauled some barges inour day,
Filled with lumber, coal, and hay,
And now we know ev'ry inch of the way
From Albany to Buffalo.

Chorus:

Low bridge, ev'rybody down!
Low bridge, for we're comin' to a town!
And you'll always know your neighbor,
You'll always know your pal,
if you've ever naviagted on the Erie Canal.

We better get on our way, old pal,
Fiften miles on the Erie Canal.

'Cause you bet your life I'd never part with Sal,
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal.

Get up there mule, here comes a lock,
We'll make Rome 'bout six o'clock,
One more trip and back we'll go,
Right back home to Buffalo.

Handcart Song

Ye Saints who dwell on Europe's shore,
Prepare yourself for many more

To leave behind your native land,
For sure God's judgements are at hand.

For you must cross the raging main
Before the promised land you gain,
And with the faithful make a start
To cross the plains with your handcart.

Chorus:

For some must push and some must pull
As we go marching up the hill;
So merrily on the way we go
Until we reach the valley-o!

And long befor the valley the valley's gained,
We will be met upon the plains
With music sweet and friens so dear
And fresh supplies our heart to cheer.

And then with music and with song,
How cheerfully we'll march along
And thank the day we made a start
To cross the plains with our handcart.

Chorus:

Happy Wanderer

I love to go a-wandering
along the mountain track,
And as I go,
I love to sing
My knapsack on my back.

Chorus

Valdaree, valdarah, valdaree,
Valdarah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Valdaree, valdarah
My knapsack 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."
I tip my hat to all I meet,
and they wave back to me

The blackbird call
so load and sweet
from every greenwood tree.

High overhead the Skylark wings.
He never stays at home.
And just like me,
he loves to sing
as over the world he roams.

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

Hot Time In the Old Town Tonight

Late last night when we were all in bed,
Mrs. O'Leary left her lantern in the shed.

Well, the cow kicked it over, and this is what they said:
"There'll be a hot time in the old town tonight!"

When you hear those bells go ding-a-ling,
All join 'round and sweetly you must sing.
And when the verse is through, in the chorus all join in:
"There'll be a hot time in the old town tonight!"

For dramatic effect, shout out "FIRE, FIRE, FIRE" at the end of the first verse.

Silly variant:

Ten nights dark when bed we all were in,
Old Leary lady hung the shed her lantern in,
And when the kick cowed it over, she eyed her wink and said
"There'll be town hot in the time old tonight!"

Johnnie Verbeck

There was a Dutch-man,
his name was John-nie Ver-beck.
He was a dealer in sausages and sauerkraut and spec.
He makes the finest sausages that ever you did see.
But one day he invented a wonderful sausage machine.

Chorus

Oh, Mister Johnnie Verbeck,
How could you be so mean?
I told you you'd be sorry for inventing that machine.
All the neighbors cats and dogs
Will never more be seen,
For they'll be ground to sausage meat
In Johnnie Verbeck's machine.

One day a little fat boy came a walking in the store
He brought a pound of sausage and piled them on the floor.
The boy began to whistle and he whistled up a tune.
And all the sausages went a dancing 'round the room.

Chorus

One day the machine got busted the blamed thing wouldn't go.
So Johnnie Verbeck, he climbed inside to see what made it so.
His wife, she had a nightmare and walking in her sleep
She gave the crank an awful yank and Johnnie Verbeck was meat.

Chorus

Land of Oden

In the land of Oden,
there lies a mountain,
Ten thousand miles, in the air
From edge to edge
This mountain measures,
Ten thousand miles square

A little bird comes a winging
Once every thousand years or so
Sharpens its beak on teh mountain
And then he swiftly flies away
And when this mountain
has worn away
that in eternity will be

But one single day.
In the land of Oden,
There lies a mountain
Ten thousand miles in the air
In the air
In the air.

The Mermaid

'Twas Friday Morn When we set sail,

and our ship wasn't far from the land.

When our captain spied a pretty mermaid,

with a comb and a glass in her hand.

CHORUS: Oh, the ocean waves may roll

and the stormy winds may blow

But we poor sailors go skipping to the top

While the landlubbers lie down below, below, below

While the landlubbers lie down below, below.

Then up spoke the captain of our gallant ship,

and a fine old man was he.

"This fishy mermaid has warned us of our doom,

we shall sink to the bottom of the sea."

chorus

Then up spoke the mate of our gallant ship

and a well spoken man was he.

"I've married me a wife in old Salem Town,

and tonight a widow she'll be."

chorus

Then up spoke the cook of our gallant ship,

and a red hot cook was he.

"I care more for my pots and my pans,

than I do for the bottom of the sea."

chorus

Then up spoke the figurehead of our gallant ship

and a well carved figure was she.

"I'd rather be a figurehead of this gallant ship

than a log at the bottom of the sea."

chorus

Then up spoke the cabin boy of our gallant ship

and a dirty little rat was he.

"There's nary a soul in old salem town,

who gives a lick 'bout me."

chorus

Then three times around went our gallant ship,

Then three times around went she.

Then three times around went our gallant ship,

and she sank to the bottom of the sea.

chorus

... Mighty Fine.... . . Scout Camp

The busses that you ride in, they say are mightly fine,

But when they turn a corner, they leave the wheels behind.

Chorus

Oh, I don't want no more of Delmont Life..

Gee, Mom, I want to go, but they won't let me go;

Gee, Mom, I want to go home.

The leaders that they have here, they say are mighty fine,

But when you get up closer, they look like frankenstein.

The first aid that they give you, they say is mighty fine,

But if you cut your finger, you're left with only nine.

The water that they have here they say is mighty fine,

But when you try to drink it, it tastes like turpentine.

The biscuits that they serve you, they say are mighty fine

But one rolled off the table and killed a friend of mine

The spagetti that they serve you, they say is mighty fine

They rinse it the toilet and drain it on the line/

The cocoa that they serve you, they say is mighty fine

It's good for cuts and bruises and tastes like iodine.

The tents/cabins that you sleep in, they say are mighty fine

But whoever said this has never slept in mine.

The toilets that they have here are the best that they can get

Last night my tent mate had to go, they haven't found him/her yet.

The Scout Who Never Returned

[Tune: Charlie On The MTA]

Let me tell you of a story of a Scout named . . . ,

On that tragic and fateful day;

Put his/her Scout knife in his/her pocket;

Kissed his/her dog and family;

When to hike in the woods far away.

Well, did he/she ever return?

No, he/she never returned.

And his/her fate is still unlearned:

He/she may roam forever in the woods and mountains,

He/she's the Scout who never returned.

Now you citizens of [town name],

Don't you think it's a scandle

How ol' [Scout's name] got lost that day?

Take the right equipment; TAKE ALONG A BUDDY,

When you hike in the hills that way.

Or else you'll never return,

No, you'll never return.

And your fate will be unlearned: (just like [Scout's name])

You may roam forever in the woods and mountains,

Like the Scout who never returned.

Our Paddles Keen and Bright

Our paddles keen and bright, flashing like silver,

Swift as the wild goose flies, dip, dip, and swing.

Dip, dip, and swing them back, flashing like silver,

Swift as the wild goose flies, dip, dip, and swing.

Sing two or three times through, with voices becoming louder

and then softer-as though canoes were first approaching and then

moving away. [Also may be sung as a round.]

Red River Valley

From this valley they say you are going,

We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile,

For they say you are taking the sunshine

Which has brightened our pathways a while.

Chorus

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 girl that has loved you so true.

I've been thinking a long time, my darling,

Of the sweet words you never would say,

Now, alas, must my fond hopes all vanish?

For they say you are going away.

Won't you think of the valley you're leaving,

Oh, how lonely and sad it will be,

Just think of the fond heart you're breaking,

And the grief you are causing to me.

From this valley they say you are going,

When you go, may your darling go too?

Would you leave her behind unprotected,

When she loves no one other than you.

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 we exchanged 'mid the flowers.

I have promised you, darling, that never

Will a word from my lips cause you pain,

And my life, it will be yours forever,

If you only will love me again.

They will bury me where you have wandered,

Near the hills where the daffodils grow,

When you're gone from the Red River valley,

For I can't live without you I know.

Shenandoah

Oh Shenandoah, I long to see you,

Far away you rolling river,

Oh Shenandoah, I long to see you,

Away, we're bound away across the wide Missouri.

I long to see your smiling valley, . . .

'Tis seven long years since last I saw thee, . . .

On Top of Old Smoky

On top of old Smoky, all covered with snow,

I lost my true lover from courting too slow.

Now, courting is pleasure and parting is grief,

And a false-hearted lover is worse than a thief.

For a thief will just rob you and take what you have,

But a false-hearted lover will lead you to the grave.

And the grave will decay you and turn you to dust;

Not one boy in a hundred a poor girl can trust.

They'll hug you and kiss you and tell you more lies,

Than cross ties on a railroad or stars in the skies.

So, come all you young maidens and listen to me,

Never place your affection on a green willow tree.

For the leaves they will whither, and the roots they will die,

You'll all be forsaken and never know why.

Oh! Susanna

I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee,

I'm going to Louisiana, my true love for to see.

It rained all night the day I left, the weather it was dry

The sun so hot I froze to death, Susanna, don't you cry.

Chorus

Oh! Susanna, Oh don't you cry for me,

For I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee.

I had a dream the other night, when everything was still;

I thought I saw Susanna dear, a coming down the hill.

A buckwheat cake was in her mouth, a tear was in her eye,

Says I, I'm coming from the south, Susanna, don't you cry.

I soon will be in New Orleans, and then I'll look around,

And when I find Susanna, I'll fall upon the ground.

But if I do not find her, then I will surely die,

And when I'm dead and buried, Oh, Susanna, don't you cry.

All Together Again

We're all together again, we're here, we're here,

We're all together again, we're here, we're here.

And who knows when, we'll be all together again?

Singing all together again, we're here!

Philmont Hymn

Silver on the sage, Wind in whispering pines,

Starlit skies above, Eagles soaring high,

Aspen covered hills, Purple mountains rise,

Country that I love. Against an azure sky.

Philmont Here's thee, Philmont here's to the,

Scouting Paradise, Scouting Paradise,

Out in God's country, tonight Out in God's country Tonight.

Scout Vespers

Softly falls the light of day,

While our campfires fade 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?

Boy Scouts of America

We're the Boy Scouts of America

Scouting for things anew.

Our activities lead to victories

in all we set out to do.

We're the Boy Scouts of America,

We plan hand in hand each day

To do better than need be done

till all our goals are won

champs with a winning way.

We're loyal tto purpose and integrity

Pledged to the Scout Oath eternally.

With verve and conviction we sing our song

to keep America strong.

We're the Boy Scouts of America

and this we have to say

Join us and we'll stand beside you,

beside you all the way.

The Boy Scouts of America

will stand beside you all the way.

PATRIOTIC SONGS

(American) National Anthem

The Star-Spangled Banner

- Francis Scott Key

Oh, say can you see, by the dawn's early light,

What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?

Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight,

O'er the ramparts we watched were so galantly streaming?

And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,

Gave proof through night that our flag was still there.

Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave,

O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep,

Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,

What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,

As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?

Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,

In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream:

'Tis the star-spangled banner; oh, long may it wave,

O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore,

That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,

A home and a country shall leave us no more?

Their blood has washed out their foul footstep's pollution.

No refuge could save the hireling and slave,

From the terrors of flight or the gloom of the grave:

And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave,

O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

Oh, thus be it ever when freemen shall stand,

Between their loved ones and wild war's desolation,

Blest with victr'y and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land,

Praise the pow'r that hath made and preserved us a nation.

Then conquer we must when our cause it is just,

And this be our motto: "In God is our trust!"

And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave,

O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

Francis Scott Key was an lawyer in Washington D.C. at the time of the War of 1812. He received permission
from President James Madison to ask the British to release his friend, Dr. William Beanes, who had been taken

prisoner. On September 13, 1814, Key was rowed out to a British ship in Baltimore Harbor to secure the release.

The request was granted, but Key was detained on- board overnight as a precaution against his warning the

garrison of Fort McHenry of the attack the British were about to make.

During the night, Key witnessed the attack from the deck of the British ship. The hours passed slowly as he

anxiously waited for dawn. When the sun finally rose, the sky was gray with low- hung clouds and patches of

mist. But as the day grew brighter, Key was able to make out the enormous American Flag9 still flying over the

fort, showing that it had not surrendered. Key's exhilaration at the sight began to take poetic shape; using the

back of a letter he pulled from his pocket, he jotted down a few lines and phrases.

When the British withdrew and the Americans had returned to Baltimore, Key added to his lines and entitled

the poem "The Defense of Fort McHenry". Shortly afterward he conceived of it being sung to a popular tune of

the period, called "To Anacreon From Heaven"; this was the tune we know today as "The Star Spangled

Banner".

The song immediately caught on in Baltimore; the Fort McHenry garrison adopted it, and the local newspapers

published it. As rest of the nation began to realize the significance of the events at Fort McHenry, people in

other cities began putting Francis Scott Key's words to the tune.

Contenders for the status of national anthem included such rivals as "Columbia the Gem of the Ocean". "The

Star Spangled Banner" eventually prevailed and was made the official national anthem of the United States by

an Act of Congress in 1931.

The flag that flew over Fort McHenry was originally 42 feet long. Each stripe was nearly two feet wide, and the

five-pointed stars were two feet from point to point. Tattered and marred by relic-seekers, it is now preserved at

the Smithsonian Museum of History and Technology in Washington, D.C.

This Land is Your Land

Chorus

This land in your land, this land is my land,

From California, to the New York Island,

From the redwood forests to the Gulf Stream waters,

This land was made for you and me.

As I was 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.

I've roamed and rambled and I 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.

I followed your low hills and I followed your cliff rims,

Your marble canyons and sunny bright waters,

This voice came calling, as the fog was lifting,

This land was made for you and me.

As the sun was shining and I was strolling,

Through the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling,

I could feel inside me and see all 'round me

This land was made for you and me.

BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC TUNES

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,

His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps;

They have builded Him an alter in the evening dews and damps;

I can read his righteous message by their dim and flaring lamps;

His day is marching on.

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;

He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat;

Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him, be jubilant, my feet!

Our God is marching on.

The Weekend

[Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic]

I have seen the sky in darkness, I have seen it in the sun,

I have felt the rain upon me, I've enjoyed the snowy fun.

When the weather isn't cloudy or the wind it doesn't blow.

It isn't only raining, it's the weekend too, you know.

Glory, glory, it's the weekend! [Repeat.]

I can tell because it's raining and it's 42 below,

As we Scouts go marching on.

INSPIRATIONAL SONGS

All Night, All Day

All night, all day, (O Lordy)

Angels watching over me, my Lord.

All night, all day,

Angels watching over me.

1. Now I lay me down to sleep.

Angels watching over me, my Lord.

Pray the Lord my soul to keep.

Angels watching over me.

2. If I die before I wake

Angels watching over me, my Lord.

Pray the Lord my soul to take.

Angels watching over me.

For the Beauty of the Earth

For the beauty of the earth,

For the glory of the skies,

For the love from which our birth,

Over and around us lies;

Lord of all, to Thee we raise

This hymn of grateful praise.

For the wonder of each hour

Of the day and of the night,

Hill and vale, and tree and flow'r,

Sun and moon, and stars of light;

Lord of all, to Thee we raise

This hymn of grateful praise.

For the joy of human love,

Brother, sister, parent, child,

Friends on earth and friends above,

For all gentle thoughts and mild;

Lord of all, to Thee we raise

This hymn of grateful praise.

Green Trees Around You

Green trees around you, blue skies above;

Friends all about you in a world filled with love.

Taps sounding softly, hearts beating true,

As Girl Scouts sing Good Night to you.

(then you sing Taps)

Jimmy Brown

Run and jump and skip and fall

You think you're tall

But you're so small

Mama calls for supper

No more play

Soon comes tomorow

There'll be another day

Chorus:

Singin Hey la de da

Oh lah de de

Oh de ow don do and

ali axen free oh

I can run faster than Jimmy Brown

I'm the king of the mountain and

You'll never get me down.

Up bright and early got a lot to do.

Gonna build a castle and go to teh zoo

And visit mother goose

In story book land

Why does mommy hold my hand?

(chorus)

I'm pretty old now,

five and a half

Bonna be like daddy

and never laugh

Cuase when you're old

You gotta be strong

You're not a child

for very long

(chorus)

I'm full grown now

On my own

Oh how I wish

I could go back home

And play all day

With my old friends

Why does childhood

Have to end?

(chorus)

REVERENT SONGS

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, toils and snares, I have already come;

Tis grace hath 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 has set me free,

To touch, to taste, to feel;

The wonders of accepting love,

Have made me whole and real.

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.

SILLY SONGS

It Aint Gonna Rain No More

Chorus

It aint gonna rain no more no more,

It aint gonna rain no more.

How in the heck can I wash my neck,

If it aint gonna rain nor more.

A man laid down by the sewer,

And by the sewer he died.

And at the coroner's inquest,

They called it sewerside.

Oh.. Chorus

Frog sitting on a lilly pad,

Lookin up in the sky,

Lilly pad broke and the frog fell in,

Got water in his eye.

Oh.. Chorus

Peanut sitting on the railroad track,

Little heart a flutter.

Along came the 9:01

Toot toot, peanut butter.

Oh.. Chorus

Lulu had a steamboat,

The steamboat had a bell,

Lulu went to heaven,

and the steamboat went toot, toot.

Oh.. Chorus

America the Ugly

- George Carlin

Oh beautiful for smoggy skies - insecticided grain

For stripminined mountains magesties, above the asphalt

plains.

America, America! Man sheds his waste on thee,

And hides the pines with billboard signs from sea to oily

sea.

The Ants Go Marchine

The ants go marching one by one,

hoo-rah, hoo-rah,

the ants go marchien one by one,

hoo-rah, hoo-rah,

the ants go marchine one bby one,

the little one stops to suck his thumb,

and they all go marchine

down into the ground to get out of the rain.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.

The little one stops to tie his shoe.

The little one stops to climb a tree.

The little one stops to open a door.

The little one stopos to do a jive.

The little one stops to pick up sticks.

The little one stops to look at heaven.

The little on stops to open a gate.

The little one stops to pick upa dime.

The little one stops to say "this is the end"

or the little on stops to start again.

Noble Captain Kirk

[Tune: Grand Old Duke of York]

The noble Captain Kirk, he had 500 men.

He beamed them up to the Enterprize,

And he beamed down again.

And when they're up, they're up,

And when they're down, they're down,

And when they're only halfway up,

They're nowhere to be found.

All God's Critters

- Bill Staines

Chorus:

All God's critters got a place in the choir,

Some sing low and some sing higher,

Some sing out loud on the telephone wire,

And some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they got

now.

Listen to the bass, it's the one on the bottom,

Where the bullfrog croaks and hippopotamus

Moans and groans with a big to-do,

The old cow just goes "moo."

The dogs and the cats, they take up the middle,

The honey bee hums and crickets fiddle,

The donkey brays and pony neighs,

And the old coyote howls.

Listen to the top where the little birds sing,

On the melody where the high notes ring,

The hoot owl hollers over everything,

And the jay bird disagrees.

Singing in the night time, singing in the day,

The little duck quacks and is on his way.

The possum ain't got much to say,

And the porcupine talks to himself.

It's a simple song of living sung everywhere,

By the ox and fox and grizzly bear,

The grumpy alligator and the hawk above,

The sly racoon and the morning dove.

Flee Fly

1. Fee

2. Fee Fly

3. Fee Fly Flow

4. Kum a lotta, kum a lotta, kum a lotta vee stay.

5. Oh no, no not the vee stay.

6. Hex a meeny hex a meeny oh walla walla meeny

Des a meeny hex a meeny oh walla wa

7. Be Billy Oaten scoten bo bo be de dooten

Bo bo be de dotten

Bo Bo be de dotten

Shhhhh.

Michael Finnegan

There was an old man named Michael Finnegan,

He had whiskers on his chinegan,

Along came the wind and blew them in again,

Poor old Michael Finnegan.

Begin again.

There was an old man named Michael Finnegan,

He kicked up an awful dinnegan,

Because they said he must not sing again,

Poor old Michael Finnegan.

Begin again.

There was an old man named Michael Finnegan,

He went fishing with a pinnegan,

Caught a fish and dropped it in again,

Poor old Michael Finnegan.

Begin again.

There was an old man anmed Michael Finnegan,

He grew fat and then grew thin again,

Then he died and had to begin again,

Poor old Michael Finnegan.

Begin again.

Oh, How I Hate to Get up in The Morning

Oh, how I hate to get up in the morning.

Oh, how I'd love to remain in bed.

For the hardest part of all,

Is to hear the bugler call;

You've got to get up,

You've got to get up in this morning.

Someday I'm going to murder the bugler,

Someday they're going to find him dead,

I'll amputate his reveille

and step upon it heavily,

And spend the rest of my life in bed.

Linger

(hmm) I want to linger

(hmm) a little longer

(hmm) a little longer here with you.

(hmm) It's such a perfect night,

(hmm) It doesn't seem quite right

(hmm) That this should be my last with you.

(hmm) And in September

(hmm) I will remember

(hmm) My camping days and friendships true.

(hmm) And as the years go by

(hmm) I'll think of you and sigh,

(hmm) This is goodnight and not goodbye.

(hmm) I want to linger

(hmm) a little longer

(hmm) a little longer here with you.

I Met a Bear

[Tune: Sipping Cider Through a Straw]

The other day, I met a bear,

Out in the woods, away out there. [Point.]

He looked at me, I looked at him,

He sized up me, I sized up him.

He says to me, "Why don't you run?"

"'Cause I can see, you have no gun."

I says to him, "That's a good idea."

"Now legs get going, get me out of here!"

I began to run, away from there,

But right behind me was that bear.

And on the path ahead of me,

I saw a tree, Oh glory be.

The lowest branch was ten feet up,

I'd have to jump and trust to luck.

And so I jumped into the air,

But I missed that branch away up there.

Now don't you fret, and don't you frown,

I caught that branch on the way back down.

That's all there is, there ain't no more,

Unless I met that bear once more.

The Littlest Worm

Tune: Sipping Cider Through a Straw

The littlest worm, the littlest worm (echo, you remember)

I ever saw (echo)

Was stuck inside (echo)

My soda straw (echo, etc)

(all together)

The littlest worm I ever saw, was stuck inside my soda straw.

He said to me

don't take a sip

for it you do

I surly slip

He said to me don't take a sip, for if you do I surely slip.

I took a sip

and he went down

right through my pipes

he must of drown

I took a sip and he went down, right through my pipes he must of drown.

I coughed him up

and he was dead

I buried him

in my counselors bed (or insert a name for counselors)

I coughed him up and he was dead, I buried him in my counselors bed

He was my pal

he was my friend

but now he's gone

and thats the end

He was my pal, he was my friend, but now he's gone and thats the end

That is the end

there is no more

until I meet

that worm once more.

That is the end, there is no more, until I meet that worm once more.

Keemo Kyemo

There was an old frog band he lived ina spring,