Give Us a Place to Stand and a Place to Grow and Call This Land Ontario

A Place to Stand

Give us a place to stand And a place to grow And call this land Ontario. A place to live For you and me With hopes as high

As the tallest tree. Give us a land of lakes and a land of snow And we will build Ontario A place to stand, a place to grow Ontari-ari-ari-o !

From western hills,

To northern shores. To Niagara Falls, Where the waters roar. Give us a land of peace, Where the free winds blow. And we will build Ontario A place to stand, a place to grow Ontari-ari-ari-o !

Alberta Hiking Song Come away with me over hill and dale as we go hiking down the trail.

The sky’s so blue, the sun’s so bright, we will hike from morn to night.

We will hike through woods of summer green and over hills we’ve not yet seen, Around the bend through meadow and glade and rest in quiet shade.

We will come back here when we tire, to sit around the blazing fire With a song and a tale of the day gone by.

We will sing ‘neath the starry sky..

Alouette All: Alouette, Gentille Alouette Alouette, Je te plumerai

Leader: Je te plumerai la tête All: Je te plumerai la tête

Leader: Et la tête All: Et la tête Leader: Alouette All: Alouette Oh, oh, oh, oh... Alouette, Gentille Alouette Alouette, Je te plumerai

Leader: Je te plumerai les yeux

All: Je te plumerai les yeux Leader: Et les yeux All: Et les yeux Leader: Et la tête All: Et la tête Leader: Alouette All: Alouette Oh, oh, oh, oh...

Other parts: La tête - head Les yeux - eyes Le nez - nose Les oreilles - ears La bouche - mouth

Le cou - neck Les mains - hands

Les bras - arms Le dos - back Les pattes - legs Les pieds - feet Les orteilles - toes

Action: for each body part called, touch it while singing the appropriate line in the song. (source: "Canciones de Nuestra Cabana", World Association of Girl Guides and Girl Scouts, 1980; also in "The Kids' Campfire Book", Jane Drake and Ann Love, Kids Can Press, 1996.)

"By the light of the moon, By the light of the moon My friend Pierrot, One could barely see Lend me your quill The pen was looked for, To write a word. The light was looked My candle is dead, for. I have no more fire. With all that looking Open your door for me I don't know what was Au Claire de la Lune For the love of God." found, But I do know that the

By the light of the moon, door "Au clair de la lune, Au clair de la lune, Pierrot replied: Shut itself on them. Mon ami Pierrot, L'aimable Lubin; "I don't have any pens, Prête-moi ta plume Frappe chez la brune, I am in my bed Pour écrire un mot. Elle répond soudain : Go to the neighbor's, Ma chandelle est morte, –Qui frappe de la sorte? I think she's there Je n'ai plus de feu. Il dit à son tour : Because in her kitchen Ouvre-moi ta porte –Ouvrez votre porte, Someone is lighting the fire." Pour l'amour de Dieu." Pour le Dieu d'Amour. By the light of the moon Au clair de la lune, Au clair de la lune, Likeable Lubin Pierrot répondit : On n'y voit qu'un peu. Knocks on the brunette's door. "Je n'ai pas de plume, On chercha la plume, She suddenly responds: Je suis dans mon lit. On chercha du feu. – Who's knocking like that? Va chez la voisine, En cherchant d'la sorte, He then replies: Je crois qu'elle y est, Je n'sais c'qu'on trouva; – Open your door Car dans sa cuisine Mais je sais qu'la porte for the God of Love! On bat le briquet." Sur eux se ferma

More than ninety-nine tons she displaced with ease And she proved the greatest miracle to ever catch a breeze But still every year she would earn her keep Where the Grand Banks heave and the storms contrive She would fill her hold with bounty of the deep

Ballad of the Bluenose Well the decades glide and her prowess grew And long the list of schooners who could never follow through But as time drew on and with bills to pay Sad misfortune led to the southern sea And now her papers read, "West Indies Trading Company" Well now gather 'round and I'll tell you true

'Bout the ghost of a legend and the waters she's been through (CHORUS) Out of Lunenburg she was born to fame

With her crew unsung, never to complain "Twas a cruel day back in forty-six She was lightning on the wind the Bluenose was her name Just off the coast of Haiti was the devil playing tricks

On an unmarked reef underneath the blue Barely one year old when she had her way There she came to rest, lying brave and true Outsailed the finest ships in Nova Scotia of the day A thousand miles or more from where her dreams were cast anew And the word had spread and by fall she'd be

With her mainsail high, through the wind and waves Then from Lunenburg down to Gloucester town Sailing home from Gloucester hailed the fastest of the sea And all across the ocean to her northern fishing ground

For that one long day, yea the wind stood still So fare thee well, now be on your way As the rigging creaked, you could feel her pain Fare thee well with the light of day Like a ghostly voice was echoing that Bluenose was her name Fare thee well through the mist and sea

Sail your way home to me (CHORUS)

Thanks to Sarah Wishert, here's a 3rd verse of Barges:

How my heart longs to sail away with you As you sail across the ocean blue But I must sit beside my window dear And watch you sail away from here

Barges Thanks to Rebecca Saint for these extra verses!

Out of my window, looking in the night Out of my window looking in the night I can see the barges flickering light I can see the barges flickering light Silently flows the river to the sea Harbour ahead and anchorage in view And the barges too go silently I will find my resting place with you

Chorus: Away from my window on into the night I will watch 'til they are out of sight Barges, I would like to go with you Taking their cargo far across the sea I would like to sail the ocean blue How I'd wish that someday they would take me Barges, have you treasures in your hold Do you fight with pirates brave and bold? Thanks to Colleen Beaupre for this extra verse! Out of my window, looking in the night I can see the barges flickering light Out of my window looking through the night Starboard shines green and port is I can see the barges flickering light glowing red People are sailing far and far away I can see them flickering far ahead And I hope to go with them one day

Beaver Song

(actions in brackets; this song is more chanted than sung, there's no particular tune)

Beaver one, beaver all, let's all do the beaver crawl

Ch ch ch, ch ch ch, ch ch ch, ch ch ch (make "beaver teeth" with fingers, move hands alternately up

and down on each "ch")

Beaver two, beaver three, let's all climb the beaver tree Ch ch ch, ch ch ch, ch ch ch, ch ch ch (tree climbing action on each "ch")

Beaver four, beaver five, let's all do, the beaver jive Ch ch ch, ch ch ch, ch ch ch, ch ch ch (John Travolta dance on each "ch")

Beaver six, beaver seven, let's all go to beaver heaven Ch ch ch, ch ch ch, ch ch ch, ch ch ch (flap arms like wings on each "ch")

Beaver eight, beaver nine, STOP! It's beaver time! Ch ch ch, ch ch ch, ch ch ch, ch ch ch (spin around in circles)

Canada’s Far North Day is done, still the sun, Shines on lakes, on the hills, and in the sky, All is well, safely rest, God is nigh.

Canadian Boat Song

Listen to me, as when ye heard our father When the bold kindred, in the long-vanished, Sing long ago the song of other shores- Conquered the soil and fortified the keep, Listen to me, and then in chorus gather No seer foretold the children would be banished, All your deep voices as ye pull the oars; That a degenerate lord might boast his sheep.

Fair these broad meads – these hoary woods Fair these broad meads – these hoary woods are grand; are grand; But we are exiles from our father’s land. But we are exiles from our father’s land.

From the lone shieling of the misty island Come foreigner rage – let

Mountains divide us, and the waste of seas – Discord burst in slaughter! Yet still the blood is strong, the heart is the O then for clansmen true, and stern claymore – Highland, -The hearts that would have given their blood And we in dreams behold the Hebrides. like water Beat heavily beyond the Atlantic roar. Fair these broad meads – these hoary woods are grand; Fair these broad meads – these hoary woods But we are exiles from our father’s land. are grand;

But we are exiles from our father’s land. We ne’er shall tread the fancy-haunted valley, Where ‘tween the dark hills creeps the small clear stream, In arms around the patriarch banner rally, Nor see the moon on royal tombstone gleam.

Fair these broad meads – these hoary woods are grand; But we are exiles from our father’s land.

Chinese Fan

My ship sailed from China with a cargo of tea, All laden with treasures for you and for me! They brought me a fan, just imagine my bliss, When I found myself going like this, like this....

Actions: at the end of the verse, begin waving one hand back and forth as if with an invisible fan.

Repeat the song a number of times, until you are waving both hands, both legs, and your head.

Repeat one more time, ending with everyone laying in exhaustion on the floor!

(source: "Musical Fun With The Brownie Pack", Girl Guides Association, 1986; also in "Jubilee Songbook", Girl Guides

of Canada, 1971.)

Come Along with Me Come and join the Girl Guides, And see what fun can be; We’ll camp and sing in a campfire ring, Come along with me.

All ages join together, To form our Sisterhood, We circle round our great big world with deeds both kind and good.

Come and join the Girl Guides, And see what fun can be;

We’ll camp and sing in a campfire ring, Come along with me.

Let’s spread the word to others, Of what we try to be; We’ll gladly share our friendship with everyone we see.

Come and join the Girl Guides,

And see what fun can be; We’ll camp and sing in a campfire ring, Come along with me.

Come sit around the campfire, And join with me in a song, Just watch the love and the friendship grow as we all sing along.

Come and join the Girl Guides, And see what fun can be; We’ll camp and sing in a campfire ring, Come along with me.

Creina Good NIght Good night, as the sun is setting red, Goodnight, it is time to go to bed. Now the Moon is tuck’d up with a cloudy pillow for her head. Goodnight, Goodnight, Goodnight.

Goodnight as the sun is setting red, Goodnight it is time to go to bed. Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ‘night. Goodnight.

Dearest Friend There are times in your life when you meet a certain someone, And you know right from the start that you will never be the same. From the moment that I met you, I know I won’t forget you, ‘Cause you’ve touched a part of me that has no end.

I call you a friend, the sweetest thing to me. No matter where you are, that’s what you’ll always be. And when we part, until we meet again, I’ll hold you in my heart, my dearest friend. I’ll hold you in my heart, my dearest friend.

I’m so glad for this time that we share here with each other, It’s a time I can recall, if I am ever feeling blue. I’ll reach out across the miles for your laughter and your smiles, And the memory of you will see me through.

I call you a friend, the sweetest thing to me. No matter where you are, that’s what you’ll always be.

And when we part, until we meet again,

I’ll hold you in my heart, my dearest friend. I’ll hold you in my heart, my dearest friend.

Donkey Riding

Chorus:

Hey ho, away we go Donkey riding, donkey riding Hey ho, away we go Riding on a donkey

Were you ever in Quebec? Stowing timber on the deck Where there's a king with a golden crown Riding on a donkey

Were you ever off the horn? Where it's always fine and warm Seen the lion and the unicorn

Riding on a donkey

Were you ever in Cardiff Bay? Where the folks all shout, "Hurray!" Here comes John with his three months pay Riding on a donkey

These last two verses are obvious add-ons to the original song.

Were you ever in Timbuktu? Where the Girl Guides dress in blue Where they come to welcome you Riding on a donkey

Were you ever in Ottawa? Strangest place I ever saw Where the Mounties keep the law Riding on a donkey

(source: "Girl Guide Songbook, Vol. 1", Girl Guides Association, 1984.)

5. Et toutes ses plumes s’en vont au vent, Trois dames s’en vont les ramassant, En roulant ma boule. Rouli-roulant, ma boule roulant Chorus

6. C’est pour en faire un lit de camp, En roulant ma boule. Pour y coucher tous les passants, En Roulant ma Boule Rouli-roulant, ma boule roulant. Chorus Chorus

En roulant ma boule roulant, Rolling my ball… 1. At the back of our house, there is a pond, En roulant ma boule (2: repeat chorus) Three lovely ducks are bathing in it.

1. Derrière chez nous y-a-t’un étang (a pond), 2. The king’s son is going hunting, En roulant ma boule. With his large silver gun. Trois beaux canards (ducks) s’en vont baignant (are bathing), 3. Aims for the black duck, kills the white, Rouli-roulant, ma boule roulant. O you, the king’s song, you are bad. Chorus

4. You have killed my white duck, 2. Le fils du roi s’en va chassant, Beneath his wing, he’s losing blood. En roulant ma boule.

Avec son grand fusil d’argent, 5. All of his feathers are blowing in the wind, Rouli-roulant, ma boule roulant. Three ladies go about picking them up. Chorus

6. It’s to make a feather bed. 3. Visa le noir, tua le blanc, For all those who are passing by. En roulant ma boule. O, fils du roi tu es méchant, Rouli-roulant, ma boule roulant. Chorus

Farewell to Nova Scotia

Chorus:

So Farewell to Nova Scotia Your seabound coast Let your mountains dark and dreary be For when I am far away On the briny ocean tossed Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me

The sun was setting in the west The birds were singing on every tree All nature seemed inclined to rest But still there was no rest for me

I grieve to leave my native land

I grieve to leave my comrades all And my parents whom I love so dear And the bonny bonny lass that I do adore

The drums do beat and the wars do alarm The Captain calls we must obey So farewell farewell to Nova Scotia's charms For it's early in the morning, I am far far away

I have three brothers and they are at rest Their arms are folded on their breast While a poor simple sailor just like me Must be tossed and driven o'er the dark blue sea

(source: "Jubilee Songbook", Girl Guides of Canada, 1971.)

For This is British Columbia

From the grandeur of the Rockies to the green Vancouver Isle, We're proud of our Province, ev'ry inch and ev'ry mile. Her rolling hills and jagged peaks, and rivers running free. A gift of Mother Nature for one and all to see.

Chorus For this is British Columbia We've got so much if we can only see.

A land that is still young with a future just begun

Where we can live in peace and harmony. You can walk along a sandy beach and hear the seagulls cry Or marvel at the Douglas Fir that reaches to the sky, You can travel to the caribou where horse and cattle roam, Or stand beside the Fraser as her mighty waters foam.

Chorus

Since the frontiers of the goldrush days, we've come a long, long way, From the pioneers who blazed the sites on which we stand today, With their newfound hope they travelled here from places far and wide, Fo freedom and great splendour which to no one is denied.

Forty Years on an Iceburg (actions in brackets)

Forty years on an iceberg (make #10 four times with hands) Over the ocean wide (wave motion) Nothing to wear but pyjamas, (slide hands up body from toes to head) Nothing to do but slide (slide hands down body from head to toes)

The wind was cold and icy, (shiver, arms around body) Jack Frost began to bite (pinch neighbours) I had to hug my polar bear (hug neighbours) To keep me warm at night, night, night, night...

(Repeat and each time hum another line instead of singing it)

Frère Jacques (Brother John) Chorus: Frère Jacques Frère Jacques Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous? Sonnez les matines Sonnez les matines Ding, ding, dong Ding, ding, dong

Are you sleeping, are you sleeping Brother John? Brother John? Morning bells are ringing, morning bells are ringing Ding, dang, dong. Ding, dang, dong.

(source: "Musical Fun With The Brownie Pack", Girl Guides Association, 1986.) (can be sung as a 4-part round)

Home towns we dearly love. Sing with might and main. Golden Prairie Song: Golden Prairie Land, Grandest mountain land. Many years ago they say, ‘Long came the Sing it again and again. Hudson’s Bay, Built their little forts along the rivers Honor to the pioneers, Those forts grew and grew Heroes of bygone years, And I’m telling you Built their little shacks along the rivers They’re still growing bigger and bigger. They prepared the way So we find today Chorus: We’re still growing bigger and bigger. Golden Prairie Land, Come along a thousand fold, Grandest mountain land Oil wells with liquid gold, Sing for all you’re worth. Gas and coal miners all along the rivers, Sing ‘ cause you’re proud of it, Pay us a friendly call Right out loud with it, Welcome one and all Finest country on earth. And help us grow bigger and bigger. Bright blue skies above,

Ham and Eggs

Thanks very much to Linda Abbey, who emailed this song to me!

Split the participants into 2 halves. Start off quietly and get progressively louder, ending as loud as you can!

Team 1 - I LIKE MINE FRIED NICE AND BROWN (normal) Team 2 - I LIKE MINE FRIED UPSIDE DOWN (a bit louder) Team 1 - FLIP 'EM (louder) Team 2 - FLOP 'EM (louder still) Team 1 - FLIP 'EM (even louder still) Team 2 - FLOP 'EM (a lot louder) Everyone - HAM AND EGGS (really loud)

Ho, Ho, Watanay (Iroquois Lullaby)

(Mohawk) Ho, ho, Watanay

Ho, ho, Watanay

Ki-yo-ki-na Ki-yo-ki-na

I Like the Flowers

(This song is most commonly sung in two parts, with half the group singing the "boom di-a-dahs" and the other half singing the verse, then switching.)

I like the flowers, I like the daffodils, I like the mountains, I like the rolling hills I like the campfire, when all the lights are low,

Chorus:

Boom di-a-dah, boom di-a-dah, Boom di-a-dah, boom di-a-dah...

(source: "Celebrate With Song", Girl Guides of Canada, 1995.)

I`se the B`y I'se the b'y that builds the boat

And I'se the b'y that sails her! I'se the b'y that catches the fish And takes ‘em home to Lizer.

Chorus:

Hip yer partner, Sally Tibbo! Hip yer partner, Sally Brown! Fogo, Twillingate, Moreton's Harbour, All around the circle. Sods and rinds to cover yer flake Cake and tea for supper, Cod-fish in the spring o' the year

Fried in maggoty butter.

I don't want your maggoty fish, That's no good for winter, I could buy as good as that Down in Bonavista.

I took Lizer to a dance, And faith but she could travel And every step that she did take Was up to her knees in gravel.

Island Hymn Fair Island of the sea, We raise our song to thee, The bright and the blest; Loyally now we stand As brothers, hand in hand And sing God save the land We love the best.

Upon or princely Isle, May kindest fortune smile In coming years;

Peace and prosperity In all her borders be, From every evil free, And weakling fears.

Prince Edward Isle, to thee Our hearts shall faithful be

Where’er we dwell;

Forever may we stand As brothers, hand in hand, And sing God save the lord We love so well.

Itchy Flea (Flea Fly)

Flea. Flea fly. Flea fly mosquito. Oh, no no no more mosquitoes. Itchy itchy, scratchy scratchy, oh, I got one down my backy. Beat that big bad bug with the bug spray. SSSSSSsssssssssss!

Here's a second version of the song, sent to me by Leslie Collins. Thanks!

(Actions: the song is sung sitting crosslegged and alternate clapping once then slapping knees once to make the beat)

Flea Flea fly Flea fly flow Fista

Coomberalla coomberalla coomberalla fista

Oh no no no no navista Eeny meeny dessimeeny oowalla-walla-meeny Exameeny salameeny oowalla wah Beep diddlee oppenboppen mo bo badeepin dopping Shhhhhhhh!

(source: "The World's Best Funny Songs", Esther J. Nelson, 1988; this song is called "Flea Fly" in "The Worm Song and Other Tasty Tunes, Janet Wilson, 1993.) (leader sings one line and everyone else sings it back)

Jack Was Every Inch a Sailor Now, 'twas twenty-five or thirty years since Jack first saw the light.

He came into this world of woe one dark and stormy night. He was born on board his father's ship as she was lying to, 'Bout twenty-five or thirty miles south-east of Bacalieu

Chorus:

Jack was ev'ry inch a sailor, Five and twenty years a whaler. Jack was ev'ry inch a sailor; He was born upon the bright blue sea. When Jack grew up to be a man, he went to Labrador. He fished in Indian harbour where his father fished before. On his returning in the fog, he met a heavy gale,

And Jack was swept into the sea and swallowed by a whale.

The whale went straight for Baffin's Bay 'bout ninety knots an hour, And ev'ry time he'd blow a spray, he'd send it in a shower. "Oh, now," says Jack unto himself, "I must see what he's about." He caught the whale all by the tail and turned him inside out.

(source: "Songs for Canadian Girl Guides", Girl Guides of Canada, 1981.)

Junior Birdsmen:

Chorus:

Up in the air junior birdman Up in the air upside down Up in the air junior birdman Keep your noses off the ground

When you hear the grand announcement that your wings are made of tin. Then you know that Junior Birdman, has turned his box tops in.*

For it takes: 5 box tops, 4 bottle bottoms, 3 coupons, 2 wrappers, and one thin dime!

B-i-r-d, B-i-r-d, B-i-r-d-m-a-n Birdman, Birdman, Birdman Buzzzzzzzz!

* Alternate Verse When you hear the doorbell ring (buzz, buzz) When you see the badge of tin (tin, tin) Then you know that junior birdman Has turned his box tops in.

Land of the Silver Birch

Land of the silver birch Home of the beaver Where still the mighty moose

Wanders at will

Chorus:

Blue lake and rocky shore I will return once more Boom did-y-ah-dah Boom did- y-ah-dah Boom did-y-ah-dah, boom My heart is sick for thee Here in the lowlands I will return to thee Hills of the north

Swift as a silver fish Canoe of birch bark By mighty waterways Carry me forth

High on a rocky ledge

I'll build my wigwam Close to the water's edge

Silent and still

(note: Land of the Silver Birch can be sung simultaneously with My Paddle for a fabulous effect!)

(source: "Our Chalet Songbook", Our Chalet Committee, 1981; also found in "Girl Guide Songbook, Vol. 2", Girl Guides Association, 1984 and in "Songs for Canadian Girl Guides", Girl Guides of Canada, 1981.)

Let Me Fish Off Cape St Mary’s

Chorus:

Take me back to my Western boat, Let me fish off Cape St Mary's, Where the hogdowns sail and the foghorns wail, With my friends the Browns and the Clearys, Let me fish off Cape St Mary's.

Let me view that rugged shore, Where the beach is all a-glisten, With the caplin spawn where from dusk to dawn, You bait your trawl and listen, To the undertow a-hissin'.

When I reach that last big shoal,

Where the ground swells break asunder, Where the wild sands roll to the surge's toll, Let me be a man and take it, When my dory fails to make it.

Take me back to that snug green cove, Where the seas roll up their thunder, There let me rest in the earth's cool breast,

Where the stars shine out their wonder, And the seas roll up their thunder.

Take me back to my Western boat, Let me fish off Cape St Mary's, Where the hogdowns sail and the foghorns wail, With my friends the Browns and the Clearys, Let me fish off Cape St Mary's.

Listen to the Earth

Listen to the Earth; It's singing to me. Hear all nature's harmony. Waterfalls and raindrops,

Wind and sea.

Sing the song of the Earth to me.

Little Rabbit Foo Foo Little rabbit Foo Foo, hopping through the forest, Scooping up the field mice, and bopping them on the head,

And down came the good fairy, and she said, "Little rabbit Foo Foo, I don't want to see you Scooping up the field mice, and bopping them on the head."

"I'll give you three chances, And then I'll turn you into a goon." But the very next day... (repeat the verse)

"I'll give you two more chances, And then I'll turn you into a goon." But the very next day... (repeat

the verse)

"I'll give you one more chance, And then I'll turn you into a goon." But the very next day... (repeat the verse)

"I gave you three chances, So now I'll turn you into a goon." - Zap! The moral of the story is: "Hare today; goon tomorrow."

Actions:

Little rabbit Foo Foo...: use two fingers as rabbit ears, hop your hand across in front of you Scooping up the field mice: scoop up an invisible mouse, bop it on the head Good fairy: wave arm as if holding a magic wand I don't want to see you: wag index finger back and forth as "no"

My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean

My Bonnie lies over the ocean My Bonnie lies over the sea My Bonnie lies over the ocean Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me

Bring back, bring back, Bring back my Bonnie to me, to me Bring back, bring back, Bring back my Bonnie to me

Actions: Start the song sitting down. On the first "B" in the song, stand up. At the next "B", sit down again. Repeat throughout the song. Repeat the song a number of times, getting faster and faster!

(source: "Campfire Activities", Girl Guides of Canada, 1993.)

My Paddle

My paddle's keen and bright Flashing with silver Follow the wild goose flight

Dip, dip and swing Dip, dip and swing her back Flashing with silver Swift as the wild goose flies Dip, dip and swing

(note: "My Paddle" can be sung simultaneously with "Land of the Silver Birch" for a wonderful effect... start "My Paddle" a fifth higher than "Land of the Silver Birch")

(source: "Girl Guide Songbook, Vol. 1", Girl Guides Association, 1984; also found in "Songs for Canadian Girl Guides", Girl Guides of Canada, 1981.)

New Brunswick Grace If you want peace of mind, Leave your worries far behind, Won’t you come back with me To that land down by the sea?

Where the tall timbers grow In the valleys green below, Reaching up to the hills of New Brunswick. With the sweet breath of spring time, The smell of new mown hay, Leaves that turn red to gold and snow on Christmas Day.

There is a kindness to spare, You’ll be welcome to a share Of the love and the Land of New Brunswick

NWT Guide Song Raven, caribou, snowbird, polar bear, Guides of the North will take you there. Land of the mighty sun. Camp in the Northern snow. Come along with us! Sing our song with us! We’re the Guides who live in the Northwest Territories.

Raven, caribou, snowbird, polar bear, Guides of the North will take you there. We’re from Taloyoak, Aklavik and Yellowknife, Pangnirtung, Fort Smith, Tuktoyaktuk, too. We’re the Guides who live in the Northwest Territories!

Raven, caribou, snowbird, polar bear, Guides of the North will take you there. Up in the barren lands, Winds sweep across the plans. Northern lights are bright, and we live life right. We’re the Guides of the Northwest Territories!

Raven, caribou, snowbird, polar bear, Guides of the North will take you there.

See how our numbers grow,

As our mighty rivers flow! Fort Liard has joined, Resolution too. We’re the Guides of the Northwest Territories!

Old McDonald had a farm, e-i-e-i-o! And on that farm he had a tree... Old McDonald’s Farm (switch tunes here) Where they cut down the old pine tree, TIMBER! And hauled it away to the mill, tra, la, la!

Version One: Version Three: Old McDonald had a farm, e-i-e-i-o! Old McDonald had a Old McDonald had a And on that farm he had farm, e-i-e-i-ooh! sea (or fish) farm, e-i-e- a home...

And on that farm he had i-ooh! (switch tunes) Home, home on the a cow, e-i-e-i-ooh! With a moo, moo here And on that sea farm he range, and a moo, moo there, had an octopus, e-i-e-i- Where they cut down Here a moo, there a ooh! the old pine tree, moo, everywhere a TIMBER! And hauled it moo, moo, With and arm, arm here away to the mill, tra, la, la! Old McDonald had a and an arm, arm there, farm, e-i-e-i-ooh! Here an arm, there an

arm, everywhere an Old McDonald had a arm, arm, farm, e-i-e - i-o! Version Two: Old McDonald had a And on that farm he had sea farm, e-i-e-i-ooh! a dog, Old McDonald had a (switch tunes) farm, e-i-e-i-ooh! Other Verses: Oh where oh where has my little dog gone? Oh And on that farm he had crab: pinch, pinch here.... where oh where can he a cow, e-i-e-i-ooh! With a big cow, little shark: jaws, jaws here.... be?

cow, little cow, big cow, swordfish: swish, swish He's home, home on the Fat cow, thin cow, thin here.... range, cow, fat cow, jellyfish: jiggle, jiggle Where they cut down Old McDonald had a here.... the old pine tree! farm, e-i-e-i-ooh! TIMBER! and they Actions: for each verse, Version Four: hauled it away to the Many thanks to Jane make the appropriate mill, tra, la, la! Maddin and Becky "big", "little", "fat" and Fletcher who sent me "thin" actions for each the verses I didn't know! animal.

Old McDonald had a farm, e-i-e-i-o! And on that farm he had a Sweetheart... (switch tunes) Let me call you sweetheart, I'm in love with you, Let me hear you whisper, Oh where oh where has my little dog gone, Oh where oh where can he be? He's home, home on the range, Where they cut down the old pine tree, TIMBER! And they hauled it away to the mill, tra, la, la!

Old McDonald had a farm, e, i, e, i, o! And on this farm he had a car,

(switch tunes) See the U-S-A in your Chevrolet America is asking you to... Let me call you sweetheart, I'm in love with you. Let me hear you whisper.. Oh where, oh where has my little dog gone? Oh where, oh where can he be? He's... Home, home on the range. Where they cut down the ol' pine tree, TIMBER! And they hauled it away to the mill. tra, la, la!

Ooh Ka Lay La

Oo ka lay la (echo) A perry ticky tumba (echo) A muzza muzza muzza (echo) Oo walla way alla wall la way (echo)

Percy the Pale-Faced Polar Bear:

Way up in the land of ice and snow Where the temperature drops to forty below There’s a bear that we all know

Percy the pale-faced polar bear

Sleeps at day and then at night He catches his fish by the pale moonlight He has no worries, he has no cares

He’s Percy the pale-faced polar bear!

Rain Song This is a Navajo prayer for rain. The tapping rhythm accompanies on the first section, and is very soft. It is made up by two beats on the thigh, then a triplet, and one beat, tapped by two fingers on the opposite palm. At the end of the song, after a moment’s silence, the rain is heard.

Sit in a circle, with a leader in the middle. The leader will walk around the circle at a slow pace, and on every lap they will change the actions. Do not change actions until the leader passes you doing something new. The actions commence with rubbing palms together. The next lap is a light clap, created by tapping two fingers of one hand against the other palm. The next lap is snapping with both hands. The fourth lap is loud applause. The fifth is stomping of the feet. The sixth lap is, once again thunderous applause. The seventh is snapping with both hands, following then by the light finger clap, and then by rubbing hands together. The leader will then walk by doing nothing, an absolute silence. In a large group, this sounds like a rainstorm coming in, and then blowing out.

Remember Me Come and take my hand See the horizon in the open air, see the treetops way up there, Because we talk the way we do, I know I’ve found a friend, Oh I will remember you.

When the summer’s gone, we’ll have to move on But we’ll smile again, as we listen to the rain, Tell ev’rything you want to, All your whole life through, Just promise you’ll remember me.

Singing to a gultar, At Doe Lake campfire, I think it’s nice to know that so many years ago, There were people here like you and me, Gazing at the stars, Saying promise you’ll remember me.

As we watch the days come and go, I feel that you know all the things we’ve shared, We’ll remember way out there, As we travel far and back again, And touch the open sky, Remember me, my friend

Thanks to Sarah Wishert, here's a 3rd verse of Barges:

How my heart longs to sail away with you As you sail across the ocean blue But I must sit beside my window dear And watch you sail away from here

Barges Thanks to Rebecca Saint for these extra verses!

Song of the North I go where I please, And yet on the breeze Comes the Song of the North calling me!

A weird flashing sky Hums night’s lullaby; Hums the Song of the North haunting me!

A rainbow curving over the sea, The sun’s glow, sharing midnight with me; They’ve all cast their spell

And clear as a bell. There’s a Song of the North calling me!

Spirit of the North

I go where I please, And yet on the breeze Comes the Song of the North calling me!

A weird flashing sky Hums night’s lullaby; Hums the Song of the North haunting me!

A rainbow curving over the sea, The sun’s glow, sharing midnight with me; They’ve all cast their spell And clear as a bell.

There’s a Song of the North calling me!

Squid Jiggin`Ground Oh! this is the place where the fishermen gather,

With oilskins and boots, and Cape Anns battened down All sizes of figures with squid lines and jiggers, They congregate here on the squid jiggin' ground.

Some are workin' their jiggers while others are yarnin' There's some standin' up and some more lyin' down, While all kinds of fun, jokes and tricks are begun As they wait for the squid on the squid jiggin' ground.

Holy Smoke! what a bustle; all hands are excited. It's a wonder to me that nobody is drowned.

There's a bustle, confusion, a wonderful hussle; They're all jiggin' squid on the squid jiggin' ground.

There's poor Uncle Billy, his whiskers are spattered With spots of the squid juice that's flyin' around. One poor little boy got it right in the eye; But they don't care a hang on the squid-jiggin' ground.

Now if you ever feel inclined to go squiddin', Leave your white shirts and collars behind in the town, And if you get cranky without a silk hanky, You'd better steer clear of the squid jiggin' ground.

(source: "Girl Guide Songbook, Vol. 1", Girl Guides Association, 1984; also in "Songs for Canadian Girl Guides", Girl Guides of Canada, 1981.)

Swimming Hole Swimming, swimming in my swimming pool When days are hot when days are cold, in my swimming pool Breast-stroke, side-stroke, fancy diving too. Don't you wish you never had anything else to do, but....

Actions:

Swimming, swimming: swimming action In my swimming pool: trace outline of pool Days are hot: wipe hand across forehead Days are cold: shiver Breast-stroke: do the breaststroke Side-stroke: do the sidestroke

Fancy diving: dive action

Repeat the song a number of times, leaving out each of the above lines one at a time but still doing the actions. The last verse should be all actions and no singing!

(Source: there is a similar song called "Swimming Hole" in "The Kids' Campfire Book", Jane Drake and Ann Love, Kids Can Press, 1996, also in "Campfire Activities", Girl Guides of Canada, 1993.)

Tall Trees

Tall trees that reach the sky Mountains and lakes nearby Draw near, my friends, come sing, my friends Our campfire time is nigh

(source: "Diamond Jubilee Songbook", Girl Guides Association, 1984.) (Can also be sung as a 4-part round)

The Bear Song And so I jumped The other day Into the air I met a bear But I missed that branch

A great big bear Away up there! (repeat) Away out there! (repeat)

Now don't you fret He looked at me Now don't you frown I looked at him 'Cause I caught that branch He sized up me On the way back down! (repeat) (repeat) I sized up him!

He said to me That is the end "Why don't you run? There ain't no more I see you ain't Unless I meet Got any gun!" (repeat) That bear once more! (repeat)

And so I ran And so I met Away from there That bear once more But right behind Now he's a rug Me was that bear! (repeat) On my bedroom floor! (repeat)

Ahead of me

There was a tree A great big tree Oh, glory be! (repeat)

The nearest branch Was ten feet up I'd have to jump And trust my luck! (repeat)

And so I jumped Into the air But I missed that branch Away up there! (repeat)

Now don't you fret Now don't you frown 'Cause I caught that branch

The Happy Wanderer

Chorus:

Val-der-ri, val-der-ra Val-der-ri, val-der-ra ra ra ra ra ra Val-der-ri, val-der-ra

(sing the last line of the verse)

I love to go a-wandering

Along the mountain track And as I go, I love to sing 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 wave my hat to all I meet And they wave back at me And blackbirds call so loud and clear From every greenwood tree

Oh, may I go a-wandering

Until the day I die And may I always laugh and sing

Beneath God's clear blue sky

(source: "Jubilee Songbook", Girl Guides of Canada, 1971.)

The Land of New Brunswick If you want peace of mind, leave your worries far behind. Won’t you come back with me to that land down by the sea. Where the tall timbers, in the valleys green below, Reaching up to the hills of New Brunswick.

With the sweet breath of springtime, the smell of new mown hay, Leaves that turn to red and gold and snow on Christmas Day. There is kindness to spare, you’ll be welcome to a share Of the love and the Land of New Brunswick

The Moose Song

(leader sings a line, everyone Version Two: repeats) There was a great big moose

There was a big moose Who liked to drink a lot of juice Who liked to drink juice There was a great big moose Who liked to drink a lot of juice Chorus: Chorus:

Singing whoa-oh-oh-oh

Whao whao whao Way-oh, way-oh Oh! Oh! Way-oh way - oh way-oh way-oh Whao whao whao! Way- oh, way-oh! Now the moose's name was Fred Way-oh way-oh way-oh way-oh He liked to drink his juice in bed The moose's name was Fred He liked to drink his juice in bed Now he drank his juice with care The moose's name was Fred But he spilt it in his hair He liked to drink his juice in bed

Now he's a sticky moose He drank his juce with care

He's a moose full of juice But he spilt it in his hair He drank his juice with care But he spilt it in his hair

Now there's a sticky moose Full of juice... On the loose...

The Red River 'Tis a long time that I have been waiting For the words that you never would say,

But today, my last hope, it has vanished For they say you are going away. 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.

From our plains, I knew you would be going. I shall miss your bright eyes and your smile, For from me, you are taking the sunshine

That has brightened my path for awhile.

Often think of the Red River Valley, Very lonely and sad shall I be. Do remember the heart you are breaking. Promise you will be faithful to me.

When you sail far across the wide ocean, May you never forget those bright hours That we spent on the banks of the river In the evening among prairie flowers.

(source: "Songs for Canadian Girl Guides", Girl Guides of Canada, 1981.)

2. Our pigs are dying on their feet Because they have no food [feed] to eat Our horses, though of bronco race Starvation stares them in the face.

Saskatchewan, Saskatchewan, There's no place like Saskatchewan We sit and gaze across the plains And wonder why it never rains The Saskatchewan Song And Gabriel blows his trumpet sound, He says, "The rain, she's gone around." Saskatchewan, Saskatchewan, There's no place like Saskatchewan 3. The milk from cows has ceased to flow We sit and gaze across the plains We had to ship them ['em] east, you know And wonder why it never rains Our hens are old, they [and] lay no eggs And Gabriel blows his trumpet sound, Our turkeys eat grasshopper legs. He says, "The rain, she's gone around."

Saskatchewan, Saskatchewan, 1. Saskatchewan, the land of snow There's no place like Saskatchewan Where winds are always on the blow We sit and gaze across the plains And [where] people sit with frozen toes And wonder why it never rains And why we stay here, no-one knows. And Gabriel blows his trumpet sound, He says, "The rain, she's gone around."

Saskatchewan, Saskatchewan, There's no place like Saskatchewan 4. But still we love Saskatchewan, We sit and gaze across the plains We're proud to say we're natives ones And wonder why it never rains So count your blessings, drop by drop - And Gabriel blows his trumpet sound, Next year we'll have a bumper crop! He says, "The rain, she's gone around."

There Ain’t no Flies on Us

There ain't no flies on us! There ain't no flies on us! There may be flies on some of you guys, But there ain't no flies on us!

Other group will respond with :

Oh yeah?? There ain't no flies on us! There ain't no flies on us!

There may be flies on some of you guys, But there ain't no flies on us!

These verses can be changed to make it more difficult, i.e. skunks on some of you punks...

There’s a Hole in My Bucket Liza: Henry! Fetch me some water!

Henry: There's a hole in my bucket dear Liza, dear Liza There's a hole in my bucket dear Liza, a hole.

Liza: Well, fix it dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry, Well, fix it dear Henry, dear Henry, fix it.

Henry: With what shall I fix it ... Liza: With a straw dear Henry ... Henry: The straw is too long ... Liza: Well, cut it dear Henry ...

Henry: With what shall I cut it ... Liza: With an axe dear Henry ... Henry: The axe is too dull dear Liza ... Liza: Well, sharpen it dear Henry ... Henry: With what shall I sharpen it ... Liza: With a stone dear Henry ... Henry: The stone is too dry dear Liza ...

Liza: Well, wet it dear Henry ...

Henry: With what shall I wet it ... Liza: With water dear Henry ... Henry: In what shall I fetch it ... Liza: In a bucket dear Henry ... Henry: There's a hole in my bucket, dear Liza ...

(source: "The Worm Song and Other Tasty Tunes", Janet Wilson, 1993.; also found in "The Kids' Campfire Book", Jane Drake and Ann Love, Kids Can Press, 1996.)

Time With You I can see the open fields, t he tall grass blowin’ wild. I can feel the wind in my face, hear the laughter of a child. I can touch the sunlight waters, and the early morning dew.

You are such a friendly Manitoba, I’ll spend my time with you. I’ll spend my time with you. I’ll spend my time with you. You are such a friendly Manitoba, I’ll spend my time with you.

I can find a forest trail, and follow a silent stream. I can sit alone on the bank, reflecting on a dream,

I can skip a skipping stone, or even catch a fish or two.

You are such a friendly Manitoba, I’ll spend my time with you. I’ll spend my time with you. I’ll spend my time with you. You are such a friendly Manitoba, I’ll spend my time with you.

I have found your treasures rare, I’m richer than any king.

I have found a friend in you. You really want me to sing. I have found wherever I go, that it’s my point of view.

You are such a friendly Manitoba, I’ll spend my time with you. I’ll spend my time with you. I’ll spend my time with you. You are such a friendly Manitoba, I’ll spend my time with you.

Waltz of the Yukon The Waltz of the Yukon blows through the trees, Listen to the music of the wind in the leaves. It tells of the beauty as it blows across the land, The Waltz of the Yukon played by nature’s own hand.

It whispers the beauty of the lakes and the streams, So touched by the richness of the blues and the greens, It tells of the secret that northern lights hold, The Waltz of the Yukon they’re dancing I’m told.

The Waltz of the Yukon blows through the trees,

Listen to the music of the wind in the leaves. It tells of the beauty as it blows across the land, The Waltz of the Yukon played by nature’s own hand.

It tells of the beauty of the crystal white snow, It tells how the starlight sets the heavens aglow, It tells of the beauty as it blows across the land,

The Waltz of the Yukon played by nature’s own hand.

The Waltz of the Yukon blows through the trees, Listen to the music of the wind in the leaves. It tells of the beauty as it blows across the land, The Waltz of the Yukon played by nature’s own hand.

Western Grace Praise for the mountains, grass, plains and woodlands, For all things fair that are made by Thy hand.

Thy bounty feeding, Thy spirit leading, Thy love exceeding, wondrous and grand.

Windows Open your window and look outside, What in the world will you find? Love and friendship and peace of mind, If only you’ll take the time.

Oh windows, oh windows Give your dreams a start. Oh windows, oh windows, The windows of your heart.

There is a friend who is waiting there.

Won’t you reach out your hand? Both can walk through the fields of life, And by the valleys stand.

Oh windows, oh windows Give your dreams a start. Oh windows, oh windows,

The windows of your heart.

Wood Smoke Song

With the scent of woodsmoke drifting on the air And the glow of firelight we always love to share Visions of camp-fires all return And as the logs flame up and burn

We dream of bygone campfires and long for those to come.

Tongues of yellow fire flickering up on high Reaching twisting fingers up to a starlit sky Voices recall songs old and new Songs once dear to our fathers too Who dreamed of bygone campfires and longed for those to come.

Gently dying embers cast a rosy glow Voices slowly sinking to tones so soft and low Slowly upon the still night air Fall faithful voices hushed in prayer That dream of bygone campfires and long for those to come.