Troop Song Book



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Troop Song Book
I'm a hayseed

I'm a hayseed. My hair is seaweed.

And my ears are made of leather and they flop in windy weather.

Gosh oh, hemlock, I tough as a pine knot.

I'm a member of Troop 16!

"Cadence count …Ready" (SPL)

"One" (Troop) (start on left foot)

"Can't hear you" (SPL)
"Two" (Troop)

"Little Louder" (SPL)
"Three" (Troop)

"That's Better" (SPL)
"Four" (Troop)

"Now you got it" (SPL)
1---2---3---4 (Troop - said on left foot)

1-2-3-4-1-2-3-4 (Troop - said on each foot)

"One" (Troop) (repeat the sequence)

Scout Vespers

Tune: Oh, Tannenbaum


Softly falls the light of day,

As our campfire fades 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?


Quietly we join as one,

Thanking God for Scouting fun

May we now go on our way,

Thankful for another day.


May we always love and share,

Living in peace beyond compare.

As Scout may we find,

Friendships true with all mankind.

Scout Vespers continued
Quietly we now will part,

Pledging ever in our heart,

To strive to do our best each day,

As we travel down life's way.


Happiness we'll try to give,

Trying a better life to live,

'Till all the world be joined in love,

Living in peace under God above.


"Listen Lord, oh listen Lord,

As I whisper soft and low.

Bless my mom and bless my dad,

These are things that they should know.


I will keep my honor bright,

The oath and law will be my guide.

And mom and dad this you should know,

Deep in my heart I love you so.


Cub Pack Version

Start with first stanza above


As the night comes to this land,

On my promise I will stand,

I will help the pack to go,

As our pack helps me to grow.


Yes, I'll always give goodwill,

I'll follow my Akela still.

And before I stop to rest,

I will do my very best.




Scout WETspers:

To the Tune of Scout Vespers.


Softly falls the rain today,

as our campsite floats away.

Silently, each scout should ask,

"Did I bring my SCUBA mask?


Have I tied my tent flaps down?

Learned to swim, so I won't drown?

Have I done, and will I try,

Everything to keep me dry?"


Flicker
The flicker of the campfire,

The wind in the pine,

The moon in the heavens,

The stars that shine,

A place where people gather to make friends of all kinds,

A place where men’s troubles are always left behind.

So, give me the light of the campfire so warm and bright,

And give me some friends to sing with,

We'll be here all night.

Love is for those who find it,

I've found mine right here,

Just you and me and the campfire,

And the songs we love to hear.

Running Bear


Chorus:

Running bear loved Little White Dove

with a love as big as the sky.

Running bear loved Little White Dove

with a love that couldn't die.
On the one side of the river stood Running Bear, an Indian brave.

On the other side of the river stood a lovely Indian maid.

Little White Dove was her name and lovely maid was she,

By their tribes fought with each other so their love could never be.


Chorus:
They couldn't cross the raging river, because the river was too wide.

He couldn't reach his Little White Dove waiting on the other side.

In the moonlight he could see her blowing kisses cross the waves.

Her little heart was beating faster waiting for her hansom brave.


Chorus:
Running Bear jumped into the water, Little White Dove did the same.

And they swam out to each other; through the swirling waters they came.

And their hands touched and their lips met,

The raging waters pulled them down

Now they'll always be together in that happy hunting ground.
Chorus:

Kum Ba Yah


Kum ba yah, my lord, Kum ba yah!

Kum ba yah, my lord, Kum ba yah!

Kum ba yah, my lord, Kum ba yah.

O Lord, Kum ba yah


Someone's crying, Lord, Kum ba yah!

Someone's crying, Lord, Kum ba yah!

Someone's crying, Lord, Kum ba yah!

O Lord, Kum ba yah.


Someone's singing, Lord, Kum ba yah!

Someone's singing, Lord, Kum ba yah!

Someone's singing, Lord, Kum ba yah!

O Lord, Kum ba yah.


Someone's laughing, Lord, Kum ba yah!

Someone's laughing, Lord, Kum ba yah!

Someone's laughing, Lord, Kum ba yah!

O Lord, Kum ba yah.


Someone's praying, Lord, Kum ba yah!

Someone's praying, Lord, Kum ba yah!

Someone's praying, Lord, Kum ba yah!

O Lord, Kum ba yah.


Teddy Bears' Picnic


If you go down in the woods today,

You're sure of a big surprise.

If you go down in the woods today,

You'd better go in disguise.

For every bear that ever there was,

Will gather there for certain because,

Today's the day the teddy bears have their picnic.

Picnic time for teddy bears,

The little teddy bears are having a lovely time today.

Watch them, catch them unaware,

And see them picnic on their holiday,

See them gaily gad about;

They love to sing and shout;

They never have any cares,

At six o'clock their mummies and daddies

Will take them home to bed,

Because they're tired, little teddy bears.

Camp Granada (Hello Mudda, hello Fadda)
Hello Mudda, hello Fadda,

Here I am at Camp Granada.

Camp is very entertaining,

And they say we'll have some fun if it stops raining.


I went hiking with Joe Spivey;

He developed poison ivy.

You remember Leonard Skinner;

He got ptomaine poisoning last night after dinner.


All the counselors hate the waiters,

And the lake has alligators,

And the head coach wants no sissies,

So he reads to us from something called "Ulysses".


Now I don't want this should scare ya,

But my bunkmate has malaria.

You remember Jeffrey Hardy,

They're about to organize a searching party.


Take me home, oh Mudda, Fadda,

Take me home, I hate Granada!

Don't leave me in the forest, where

I might get eaten by a bear.


Take me home, I promise I will not make noise,

Or mess the house with other boys.

Oh, please don't make me stay,

I've been here one whole day.


Dearest Father, darling Mother,

How's my precious little brudda?

Let me come home if you miss me,

I would even let Aunt Bertha hug and kiss me.


Wait a minute, it stopped hailing,

Guys are swimming, guys are sailing.

Playing baseball, gee that's betta,

Mudda, Fadda kindly disregard this letta!

One Tin Soldier

Listen children to a story that was written long ago,

Of a kingdom on a mountain and the valley far below,

On the mountain was a treasure buried deep beneath a stone,

And the valley people swore they'd have it for their very own.
Chorus:

Go ahead and hate your neighbor, go ahead and cheat a friend,

Do it in the name of heaven, you can justify it in the end,

There won't be any trumpets blowing come judgment day,

On the bloody morning after, one tin soldier rides away.
So the people of the valley sent a message up the hill.

Asking for the buried treasure, loads of gold for which they'd kill.

Came an answer from the kingdom, "With our brothers we will share,

All the riches of our mountain, all the riches buried there."



Chorus:
Now the valley cried with anger, mount your horses draw your swords,

And they killed the mountain people, so they won their just reward,

Now they stood beside their treasure, on the mountain dark and dread,

Turned the stone and looked beneath it.

"Peace On Earth" was all it said.

Chorus:

Ghost Riders

An old cowpoke went riding out, one hot and windy day,

Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way,

When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw,

A-plowin' through the ragged skies, and up the cloudy draw.



Chorus:

Yippi-ii-ay, yippi-ii-oh --- ghost riders in the sky.

Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel.

Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel.

A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky.

For he saw the riders coming hard, he could hear their mournful cry.

Chorus:

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat,

They're riding hard to catch that herd, but they ain't caught 'em yet.

They've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky.

On horses snorting fire, as they ride on, --- hear them cry.

Chorus:

And as the riders loped on by him, he heard them call his name,

If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on this range,

Then, cowboy, change your ways today, or with us you will ride,

Trying to catch the devil's herd --- across the endless sky.

Three Little Fishies
Down by the pond in an itty-bitty pool

Swam three little fishies and the mother fishie, too.

"Swim," said the mother fishie, "swim if you can”.

And they swam and they swam right over the dam.


Chorus:

Boom, boom, diddum, daddum, wattum, SHOOP

Boom, boom, diddum, daddum, wattum, SHOOP

Boom, boom, diddum, daddum, wattum, SHOOP

And they swam and they swam right over the dam.
"Whee!" said the little fishies, having lots of fun!

"We'll swim in the sea 'til the day is done!"

But they met a whale; it was right on their tail,

And they swam and they swam away from the dam.

Chorus:

"STOP!" said the mother fishie, "or you will get lost"

But the three little fishies didn't want to be bossed

So they swam and they swam and it was a lark

Till all of the sudden they met a shark.

Chorus:

Help! Cried the little fishes "Look at those teeth!

And quick as they could they turned around beneath

And back to the pool in the meadow they swam

And they swam and they swam back over the dam


Country Roads John Denver, d. October 1997

Almost heaven, West Virginia,

Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River.

Life is old there, older that the trees,

Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze.


Chorus:

Country Roads, take me home, to the place I belong,

West Virginia, mountain momma, take me home, country Roads.
All my memories gather round her,

Miner's lady, stranger to blue water,

Dark and dusty, painted on the sky,

Misty tasting moonshine, teardrop in my eye.



Chorus:

I hear her voice, in the morning hour she calls me,

Radio reminds me of my home far away,

And driving down the road,

I get a feeling that I should have been home yesterday, yesterday

Chorus:

Shaving Cream Benny Bell with Paul Wynn
I have a sad story to tell you.

It may hurt your feelings a bit.

Last night when I walked into my bathroom,

I stepped in a big pile of ...


Chorus:

Ssshhhhhaving cream, be nice and clean.

Shave everyday and you'll always look keen.
I think I'll break off with my girlfriend.

Her antics are strange, I'll admit.

Each time I say, "Darling, I love you”,

She tells me that I'm full of ...

Chorus:
Our baby fell out of the window.

You'd think that her head would be split.

But good luck was with her that morning;

She fell in a barrel of...

Chorus:
An old lady died in a bathtub;

She died from a terrible fit.

In order to fulfill her wishes,

She was buried in six feet of...

Chorus:
When I was in France with the army,

One day I looked into my kit.

I thought I would find me a sandwich,

But the darn thing was loaded with...

Chorus:
And now, folks, my story is ended.

I think it is time I should quit.

If any of you feel offended,

Stick your head in a barrel of...

Chorus:

Desert Pete The Kingston Trio

Words and Music by Billy Edd Wheeler


I was travelin’ west a buckskin on my way to a cattle run

Cross a little cactus desert under a hot blisterin’ sun

I was thirsty down to my toenails, stopped to rest me on a stump

But I tell ya I just couldn’t believe it when I saw that water pump


I took it to be a mirage at first; it’ll fool a thirsty man

Then I saw a note stuck in a bakin’ powder can

“This pump is old”, the note began, “but she works so give’r a try”

“I put a new sucker washer in ‘er, you may find the leather dry”


Chorus:

“You’ve got to prime the pump, you must have faith and believe”

“You’ve got to give of yourself ‘fore you’re worthy to receive”

“Drink all the water you can hold, wash your face, cool your feet”

“Leave the bottle full for others, Thank You kindly, Desert Pete”
“Yeah, you’ll have to prime the pump, work that handle like there’s a fire”

“Under that rock you’ll find some water I left in a bitters jar”

“Now there’s just enough to prime it with so don’t-cha go drinkin’ first”

“You just pour it in and pump like mad, buddy, you’ll quench your thirst”


Well I found that jar and I tell ya nothin’ was ever prettier to my eye

And I was tempted strong to drink it, cuz that pump looked mighty dry

But the note went on “have faith my friend, there’s water down below”

“You got to give until you get—I’m the one who ought to know”


Chorus:
So I poured in the jar and I started pumpin’ and I heard a beautiful sound

Of water bubblin’ and splashin’ up outta that hole in the ground

I took off my shoes and I drunk my fill of that cool refreshing treat

I thank the Lord and thank the pump and I thank old Desert Pete


Chorus:
“Drink all the water you can hold, wash your face, cool your feet”

“Leave the bottle full for others, Thank You kindly, Desert Pete”




Finlandia by Jan Sibelius

Dear land of mine, my home my native country,

Now green before me spread thy fields of grain!

How blue thy lakes, with heavens blessing on them,

While freedoms light makes beautiful the plain!

Strong be thy son's to cherish and defend thee,

That ev'ry foe shall threaten in vain.
Through storm and stress, thy heroes shall not fail thee,

Though perils press them on hard on every hand!

God grant them strength and courage, when the need be,

Clear eyes to see and hearts to understand!

God lead thee on through nobleness to triumph,

God make thee great, my own native land.

This is my song oh God of all the nations

A song of peace for lands afar and mine.

This is my home the country where my heart is

Here are my hopes my dreams my holy shrine.

But other hearts in other lands are beating

With hopes and dreams as true and high as mine.


My countries skies are bluer than the ocean

And sunlight beams on clover leaf and pine.

But other lands have sunlight too and clover

And skies are everywhere as blue as mine.

Oh hear my song oh God of all the nations

A song of peace for their land and for mine.


May truth and freedom come to every nation;

May peace abound where strife has raged so long;

That each may seek to love and build together,

A world united, writing every wrong.

A world united in its love for freedom,

Proclaiming peace together in one song.



Lonesome Road

(Written By Gene Austin and Nathaniel Shilkret)


Look down - look down

That lonesome road

Before you travel on

Look up - look up

And seek your maker

Before Gabriel blows his horn.


Weary toting - such a load

Trudging down - that lonesome road

Look down - look down

That lonesome road

Before you travel on.

On My Honor by Harry Bartelt


On my honor, I'll do my best, to do my duty to God.

On my honor, I'll do my best, to serve my country as I may.

On my honor, I'll do my best, to do my good turn each day,

To keep my body strengthened and keep my mind awakened.

To follow paths of righteousness.

On my honor, I'll do my best.



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