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Campfire Songs

All new material is contributed by Lee Walters, Kevin Crockford, Dave Morgan,

The Cottage Crew and all the leaders of the 1st Aldershot Scout Group

 

OPENING YARNS

CAMPFIRES BURNING

WERE HERE FO FUN

A PIZZA HUT

MEATBALLS

WORMS

OLD MACDONALD

IF YOUR HAPPY AND YOU KNOW IT

BLOWING IN THE WIND

SKYE BONNY BOAT

PACK UP YER RUCKSAC

WE ALL KNOW HOW THIS SONG GOES

IN DUBLINS FAIR CITY

SUNSHINE MOUNTAIN

JUMP DOWN TURN AROUND

SINGING IN THE RAIN

WE WILL ROCK YOU

WILD ROVER

THE SCOUTING STORY

THE GAS TANK

BOOM CHICKA BOOM

THEY AIN’T GONNA JUMP NO MORE

WOAD

MY NAME IS JOE

SWING LOW SWEET CHARIOT

THE LEAVING OF LIVERPOOL

BUNG IT OUT THE WINDOW

MCTAVISH IS DEAD

B.P. SPIRIT

KUM BY YAH

 

WOOD FOR YOUR FIRE:-

These hardwoods burn well and slowly, Ash, Beech, Hawthorn Oak and Holly, Softwoods flare up quickly and fine,  Birch, Fir, Hazel, Larch and Pine,        Elm and Willow you'll regret          Chestnut green and sycamore wet.

 

                      OPENING YARNS:-

 

 

The Scouting Trail:-

This is the trail that the Scout shall know, Where knightly qualities thrive and grow, The trail of honour, truth and worth, And the strength that springs from the good brown earth. The trail that Scouts in their seeking blaze, through the toughest tangle, and the deepest maze, 'till out of boyhood the Scout comes straight, to manhood's splendid and high estate.

Boy Scout's of America Handbook for boys 1946

 

As glow the hearts of logs upon our fire, so may our hearts glow and our thoughts be kind, And peace and deep content fill every mind. As the flames point upward, so be our aim, as the red logs glow, so be our endeavour, as the grey ashes fade, so be our errors, as the fire warms the circle, so may our actions warm the cold.

Peter Glenny

 

Who hath smelt the woodsmoke at twilight, Who hath heard the birch log burning, Who is quick to read the noises of the night, Let him follow with others, For the young men's feet are turning, To the camp's of proved desire and known delight

Kipling

CAMPFIRE'S BURNING:-

Campfire's burning,

Campfire's burning,

Draw nearer, draw nearer, *

In the gloaming, in the gloaming,

Come sing and be merry.

Can be sung in the round with 2nd part starting at *

 

Tune of:- London Bridge.

See the campfire burning bright, burning bright, burning bright, See the campfire burning bright, Now sing louder

Repeat 4 times

............Now sing low

............Now sing high,

...........Now sing softly,

......……..Now sing loudest.

By:- Lee Walters

 

 

 

 

 

WE'RE HERE FOR FUN

Tune of:- Auld Lang syne.

We're here for fun right from the start,

So lose your dignity,

Just laugh and sing with all your heart,

And show your loyalty,

May all your troubles be forgot,

May this night be the best,

Join in the songs we sing tonight,

Be happy with the rest.

 

 

 

A PIZZA HUT

A pizza hut, A pizza hut,

Kentucky fried chicken and a pizza hut,

A pizza hut, A pizza hut,

Kentucky fried chicken and a pizza hut,

McDonald's, McDonald's, Kentucky fried chicken and a pizza hut.

 

A little chef, a little chef,

A wimpy bar and a little chef,

A little chef, a little chef,

A wimpy bar and a little chef,

Happy eater, Happy eater, a wimpy bar and a little chef.

 

A take away, a take away,

A doner kebab and a take away,

A take away, a take away,

A doner kebab and a take away,

Tandoori, tandoori a doner kebab and a take away

 

 

MEATBALL'S

Tune of:- On top of ol' smokey

 

'Twas on top of spaghetti, all covered in cheese,

I lost my poor meatball, when somebody sneezed,

it fell off the table and onto the floor,

and then my poor meatball rolled out of the door.

It rolled down the garden and under a bush,

and then my poor meatball was nothing but mush,

 

The very next summer, there grew up a tree,

and on it grew meatballs to have for my tea.

So if you have spaghetti all covered in cheese,

hold onto your meatballs, 'cos someone might sneeze.

Atchhhooooooooo!

Atchhhooooooooo!

 

 

 WORMS

Nobody likes me, everybody hates me,

Think I'll go and eat worms,

Long one's, short one's

Fat one's skinny one's,

See how they wriggle and squirm.

Bite their heads off, suck their juice out,

Throw their skins away,

Then you'll see how I survive

on worms 3 times a day.

 

OLD McDONALD HAD A FARM

Old McDonald had a farm, e-i-e-i-oh

And on that farm he had some chicks e-i-e-i-oh

And that chicks were chicking it here (pinching cheek)

And the chicks were chicking it there,

Chicking it here, chicking it there,

Chicking it everywhere

Repeat

 

Sheep...Sheeping it here (act shy)

Cats...catting it here (clawing and spiteful)

Ducks..... Ducking it here (camp like teapot)

Bulls.... bulling it here (use your imagination!!)

Rams....ramming it here (thrusting)

 

IF YOUR HAPPY AND YOU KNOW IT

If your happy and you know it clap your hands

If your happy and you know it clap your hands

If your happy and you know it and you really want to show it,

If your happy and you know it clap your hands

 

Repeat using:-

........Stamp you feet

........Click your fingers

........Nod your head

........ Shout "we are"

........ Do all five.

 

BLOWING IN THE WIND

How many flags fly on a flag pole

How many flags from a pole.

Chorus:-

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind

 the answer is blowing in the wind

How many sails on a big sailing ship

How many sails on a ship

Chorus

How many beans in a heinz bean tin

How many beans in a tin

Chorus

How many flakes in box of kellogs bran

How many flakes made of bran

Chorus

How many eggs can you eat in one go

How many eggs can you eat

Chorus

What sort of curry did you eat last night

What sort of curry did you eat

Chorus

 

SKYE BONNY BOAT

Chorus:-

Speed bonny Boat, like a bird on the wing

"Onward" the sailors cry

carry the lads that born to be king

Over the sea to skye

 

Loud the wind howls, loud the waves roar,

Thunder claps rend the air,

Baffled our foes stand by the shore

Follow they will not dare

 

Chorus

 

Through the waves leap, soft charlie sleep,

The oceans the royal bed,

Rocked on the deep, Flora will keep,

Watch by your weary head.

 

Chorus

 

Many's the lad fought on that day

Well the claymore could wield,

When the night came silently lay

Dead on Culloden's field.

 

Chorus

 

Burnt are our homes, exile in death

Scatter our loyal men,

Yet ere the swords, cold in it's sheath

Charlie will come again

 

Chorus

 

 

PACK UP YER RUCKSACK

Tune of:- pack up yer troubles

Pack up yer rucksac , and go for a walk

Miles miles miles

Don't jump the fences gates or climb the walls

Skip shouts "use the styles",

What's the point of telling us

We’re scouts and we know why

So pack up yer rucksac and go for a walk

It's bye skip bye.

 

 

WE ALL KNOW

We all know how this song goes,

Nod your head and touch your toes,

Click your fingers, clap a beat,

Scratch your bum and stamp your feet

 

Turn around

Sit down

Stand up

turn around

Turn to a person next to you,

And now shake hands

(Sing it once, then sing it through dropping

 off a vocal part to each action)

 

 

IN DUBLIN'S FAIR CITY

 

In Dublin's fair city

Where the girls are all pretty

I first set my eyes on sweet molly malone

She wheeled her wheelbarrow

Through streets broad and narrow

Singing 'Cockles and Mussels'

Alive alive 'O'

Chorus:-

Alive alive O

Alive alive O

Singing Cockles and mussels

Alive alive O

 

She was a fishmonger

And sure twas a wonder

For so were her father and mother before

They each wheeled a barrow

Through streets broad and narrow

Singing Cockles and mussels

Alive alive O

Chorus

She died of a fever

And no one could save her

And that was the end of sweet molly malone

But her ghost wheels her barrow

Through streets broad and narrow

Singing cockles and mussels

Alive alive O

Chorus

 

 

SUNSHINE MOUNTAIN

Climb climb up sunshine mountain,

Where the little breezes blow,

Puff puff puff,

Climb climb up sunshine mountain

You and me

(this song starts with one person in the middle singing it. He then

 picks someone on the line "you and me".

 This doubles up everytime until everyone is up and singing)

 

JUMP DOWN TURN AROUND

Jump down turn around

Pick a bale of cotton

Jump down turn around

Pick a bale a day

Repeat

Oh lordy, pick a bale of cotton,

Oh lordy pick a bale a day

Oh lordy, pick a bale of cotton,

Oh lordy pick a bale a day

 

Pick a pick a pick a pick a pick a bale of cotton

Pick a pick a pick a pick a pick a bale a day

 

Can be sung in a three part round

 

SINGING IN THE RAIN

Get the circle to repeat each line

Arms out

Thumbs up

Chorus

A root ti toot ti toot ti toot

A root ti toot ti toot

I'm singing in the rain

I'm singing in the rain

What a glorious feeling

I'm happy again

Arms out, thumbs up, shoulders back

Chorus

Arms out, thumbs up, shoulders back

……..chest out

……Bums in

…..………Knees together

………Toes apart

………Head back

……….Tongues out

Chorus

 

 

WE WILL ROCK YOU

 

Buddy your a boy from the Aldershot way

Everyone should be a boy scout some day

You got mud on yer face, you need your own space

So sing our song all over the place

Singing...chorus

We will we will rock you

Singing we will we will rock you

 

Come and join the beavers it’s the thing to do

Making new things with paint and glue

Having some fun, with brand new friends

Now go up to cubs it never ends

Singing....chorus

 

Now your in the cub scouts having some fun

Learning to camp, tie knots and run,

There so much to do, in a year or two,

then you've got the scout troop waiting for you

Singing...chorus

 

So your in the Scout troop climbing and hiking

Canoeing, cooking and mountain biking,

Doing lots more than you did before

Keep on going and start to explore

Singing....chorus

 

Network is the way to see new places

Travelling the world and meeting new faces,

This is the life scouting gives to you

A life no other youth group can do

Singing....chorus

 

 

THE WILD ROVER

I’ve been a wild rover for many a year

And I’ve spent all my money on whiskey and beer

So now I’m returning with gold in great store

And I never will play the wild rover no more

 

Chorus:-

And It’s no nay never

No nay never no more

Will I play the wild rover

No never no more

 

I went to an alehouse I used to frequent

And I told the landlady my money was spent

I asked her for credit, she answered me nay

For its custom like yours I can get anyday.

Chorus

I took from my pocket, ten sovereigns bright

And the landladies eyes opened wide with delight

She said I have whiskey and wines of the best

And the words I have spoken were only in jest

Chorus

I’ll return to my parents, confess what I’ve done

And ask them to pardon their prodigal son

And then they’ll caress me as oft times before

And I never will play the wild rover no more

Chorus

 

 

THE SCOUTING STORY

Tune of:- Tipperary

It takes a long time to put the tents up

It takes for ages to make a fire

You walk in Wales and

It’s always raining

But we don’t care we never tire

 

Oh dear Akela’s shouting

Skip has gone to bed

You can always find the network section

They’ll be in the  ‘Queens head’

 

Now on every pass, get a section of the circle to sing one of the lines        while everyone else sings the song through

“Bang bang ow my foot (mimicking hitting a tent peg)

“Puff puff stupid fire” (on their hands and knees blowing a fire)

“Squelch squelch how much further?” (acting as though they are hiking)

“Shut up go to bed “(let the leaders shout this one)

“Go away, I can’t get up” (give the kids this to shout back)

 

 

THE GAS TANK

Akela leaned over the gas tank

The contents she’s trying to see

She lit up a match to assist her

Oh bring back Akela to me

Bring back, bring back..oh bring back Akela to me to me

Bring back ,bring back..oh bring back Akela to me.

 

 

BOOM CHICKA BOOM

I said a boom chick a boom

I said a boom chick a boom

I said a boom chick a rocka chicka rocka chicka boom

Ah ha

Oh yeah

One more time

A little bit louder

Repeat until you can sing no more!! Or adapt

 

 

THEY AIN’T GONNA JUMP NO MORE

Tune:- John Brown's Body

"Is everybody happy?", said the Sergeant, looking up
Our hero feebly answered "Yea" and then they hooked him up
He jumped into the slipstream and he twisted twenty times
And he ain't going to jump no more

CHORUS
Glory, glory what a hell of a way to die!
Glory, glory what a hell of a way to die!
Glory, glory what a hell of a way to die!
And he ain't going to jump no more

Alternative Chorus supplied by "Buzz"
Glory, glory what a hell of a way to die!
When you're hanging by you’re a!!!***e and your b***s are in the sky
Glory, glory what a hell of a way to die!
And he ain't gonna jump no more

Another Alternative Chorus supplied by "Cdt. D. Barks"
And the lord said...
Glory, glory what of a hell of a way to die!
With a rifle up your jacksie and a bullet in your eye
Glory, glory what of a hell of a way to die!
And he ain't gonna jump no more

He counted loud, he counted long and waited for the shock
He felt the wind...he felt the air...he felt the awful drop
He pulled the lines, the silk came down and wrapped around his legs
And he ain't going to jump no more

CHORUS

The days he lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind
He thought about the medicos and wondered what they'd find
He thought about the girl back home, the one he left behind
And he ain't going to jump no more

CHORUS

The lines all wrapped around his neck; the `D` rings broke his dome...
The lift webs wrapped themselves in knots around each skinny bone
The canopy became his shroud as he hurtled to the ground
And he ain't going to jump no more

The ambulance was on the spot, the jeeps were running wild
The medicos they clapped their hands and rolled their sleeves and smiled
For it had been a week or so, since that a chute had failed
And he ain't going to jump no more

He hit the ground, the sound was `splat`, the blood went spurting high
His pals were heard to say, "Oh what a pretty way to die"
They rolled him up still in his chute, and poured him from his boots
And he ain't going to jump no more

There was blood upon the lift webs, there was blood upon his chute
Blood that came a-trickling from the paratrooper's boots
And there he lay, like jelly in the welter of his gore
And he ain't going to jump no more

 

And He Ain't Going To Jump No More
Alternative Version
Supplied by :- Cdt. D. Barks

 

We flew the flying fortress up to forty thousand feet
We flew the flying fortress up to forty thousand feet
We flew the flying fortress up to forty thousand feet
And he ain't gonna jump no more

CHORUS
And the lord said... glory, glory what of a hell of a way to die!
With a rifle up your ass and a bullet in your eye
Glory, glory what of a hell of a way to die!
When your balls hang lower than your paratrooper boots

The corporal tied a slipknot in the sergeant's parachute
The corporal tied a slipknot in the sergeant's parachute
The corporal tied a slipknot in the sergeant's parachute
And he ain't gonna jump no more

CHORUS

The sergeant was the last to jump, the first to hit the ground

The sergeant hit the runway like a lump of strawberry jam

We scraped him off the runway with a shovel and a hose

The army packed him in a box and sent him to his mum

His mother didn't want him, so she sent him back to us

We really didn't want him, so we sent him to the mess

The mess they chopped him up and put him in the soldiers stew

The soldiers all agreed the stew had never been so good

The moral of the song is check the parachute ripcord

The moral of the moral is to pull the safety cord

 

 

WOAD SONG

Tune :- Men of Harlech

What's the good of wearing braces
Vests and pants and boots with laces
Spats or hats you buy in places
Down on Brompton Road?
What's the use of shirts of cotton
Studs that always get forgotten
These affairs are simply rotten --
Better far is Woad
Woad's the stuff to show, men --
Woad to scare your foemen --
Boil it to
A brilliant blue
And rub it on your back and your abdomen
Ancient Briton never hit on
Anything as good as Woad to fit on
Necks or knees or where you sit on --
Tailors, you be blowed

Romans came across the Channel
All wrapped up in tin and flannel
Half a pint of Woad per man'll
Dress us more than these
Saxon you can waste your stitches
Building beds for bugs in breeches
We have Woad to clothe us which is
Not a nest for Fleas
Romans keep your armour --
Saxon your pyjamas --
Hairy coats
Were meant for goats
Gorillas, yaks, retriever dogs and llamas
Tramp up Snowden with your Woad on
Never mind if we be rained or blowed on
Never want a button sewed on --
Go it Ancient B's

 

 

MY NAME IS JOE

Get the circle to repeat each line as it is said.

Hello

My name is Joe

I’ve got a wife and three kids

And I work in a butter factory

Then one day

The boss said to me

Joe..are you busy?

I said ..”nooo”

Then turn the butter with your right hand

(turn right hand in clockwise direction)

Now keep repeating the verse adding..left hand ,right foot, left foot then your head. Then on the question “are you busy” shout “YES”

 

 

SWING LOW SWEET CHARIOT

 

Chorus:-

Swing low, sweet chariot

Coming for to carry me home

Swing low sweet chariot

Coming for to carry me home

 

I looked over Jordan and what did I see

Coming for to carry me home

A band of Angels coming after me

Coming for to carry me home

Chorus

If you get there before I do

Coming for to carry me home

Tell all my friends I’m coming too

Coming for to carry me home

Chorus

The brightest day I ever saw

Coming for to carry me home

When Jesus washed my sins away

Coming for to carry me home

Chorus

I’m sometimes up and sometimes down

Coming for to carry me home

But still my soul feels heavenly bound

Coming for to carry me home

Chorus

 

 

THE LEAVING OF LIVERPOOL

Farewell the princess landing stage

River Mersey fare thee well

I am bound for cali-forniay

A place I know right well

Chorus:-

So, fare thee well my own true love

When I return united I will be

It’s not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me

But my darlin’ when I think of thee

I am bound for cali-forniay

By way of stormy cape horn

And I will send a letter, love

When I am homeward bound

Chorus

Farewell to lower Frederick street

Anson terrace and park lane

And it will be a long long time

Till I see them once again

Chorus

I’ve shipped aboard a yankee ship

Davy crockett was her name

And Burgess is the captain ‘o her

And they say she’s a floating shame

Chorus

I shipped with burgess once before

And I think I know him well

If a man’s a sailor he can get along

But if he’s not, then his life is hell

Chorus

The tug is waiting at the pier

To take us down the stream

Our sails are loose and the anchor is up

And I’ll say farewell once more

Chorus

 

 

BUNG IT OUT THE WINDOW

Jack and Jill went up the hill

To fetch a pale of water

Jack fell down and bumped his crown

So he BUNGED it out the window

Chorus:-

The window the window

He bunged it out the window

Jack fell down and broke his crown (last line of verse)

So he bunged it out the window

Mary had a little lamb

It’s fleece was white as snow

And everywhere that mary went

She BUNGED it out the window

 

Little jack Horner….he put in his thumb and pulled out a plum

Little miss muffet…..Along came a spider and sat down beside her

Old mother Hubbard…….When she got there the cupboard was bare

Old king cole…..he called for his pipe and he called for his bowl

Humpty dumpty………All the kings horses and all the kings men

The queen of hearts……The knave of hearts he stole the tarts

Pussy cat Pussy cat……pussy cat, pussy cat what did you there

 

 

McTAVISH IS DEAD

Oh McTavish is dead and his brother don’t know it

His brother is dead and McTavish don’t know it

There’s both of them dead and their in the same bed,

And neither one knows that the other ones dead

Sing faster and faster