Campfire Songbook CAMP FIRE OPENINGS. The simple life and friendly cheer, So, May all those find who gather here. If you have spaghetti, All covered in cheese, Sweet is the brotherhood to which we belong, Hold onto your meat ball, And doubly sweet is the brotherhood of song. 'Cause someone might sneeze! CAMP FIRE'S BURNING QUARTER MASTER'S STORES. Camp fire's burning, camp fire's burning, Chorus: Draw nearer, draw nearer, My eyes are dim, I cannot see, In the gloaming, in the gloaming, I have not brought my specs with me, Come sing and be merry. I have not brought my specs with me! IT'S A GOOD TIME TO GET ACQUAINTED There was bread, bread harder than your head (Tune - Tipperary) In the stores, in the stores It's a good time to get acquainted There was bread, bread just like lumps of lead It's a good time to know In the quarter master's stores. Who is sitting close beside you There were rats, rats big as blooming cats And to smile and say "Hello" In the stores, in the stores Goodbye, chilly feeling There were rats, rats lying about on mats Goodbye, glassy stare In the quarter master's stores. If we all join hands and pull together We're sure to get there. There was cake, cake hard as cattle cake In the stores, in the stores WE'RE ALL TOGETHER AGAIN. There was cake, cake give you belly ache We're all together again, we're here, we're here, In the quarter master's stores. We're all together again, we're here, we're here, And who knows when we'll be all together again There was skip, skip giving us the slip Singing all together again, we're here. In the stores, in the stores There was skip, skip giving us the slip ALL THINGS SHALL PERISH. In the quarter master's stores. All things shall perish from under the sky. All things shall perish from under the sky. SPREADING CHESTNUT TREE Music alone shall live, Under the spreading chestnut tree Music alone shall live, Where I held you on my knee, Music alone shall live, We were happy as could be, Never to die. Under the spreading chestnut tree Actions ON TOP OF SPAGHETTI Spreading - arms outstretched over head. (Tune: On Top of Old Smokey) Chest - strike chest On top of spaghetti, Nut - tap head All covered in cheese, Tree - arms outstretched over head. I lost my poor meat ball Held - arms as though embracing. When somebody sneezed. Knee - strike knee. Happy - Scowl and emit a growl. It rolled off the table And unto the floor, Last line same as first. And then my poor meat ball Rolled out of the door. SHE'LL BE COMING ROUND THE MOUNTAIN It rolled down the garden She'll be coming round the mountain when she and under a bush, comes (Wooh Wooh) And then my poor meat ball She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes was nothing but mush! (Wooh Wooh) -- 1 -- Campfire Songbook She'll be coming round the mountain, she'll be coming round the mountain He fell from the mantelpiece into the roaring flames She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes (Wooh Wooh) The moral of the story is to look before you leap She'll be riding six white horses when she comes (Whoa back) THE WILD ROVER. She'll be riding six white horses when she comes I've been a wild rover for many a year, (Whoa back) And I've spent all my money on whiskey and beer, She'll be riding six white horses, riding six white But now I'm returning with gold in great store, horses, And I never will play the wild rover no more. She'll be riding six white horses when she comes (Whoa back, Wooh Wooh) Chorus Oh we'll all go down to meet her when she comes And it's no nay never, no nay never no more, (Hi Babe) Will I play the wild rover, No nay never no more. Oh we'll all go down to meet her when she comes (Hi Babe) I went into an ale house I used to frequent, Oh we'll all go down to meet her, we'll all go down to And I told the landlady my money was spent, meet her I asked her for credit, she answered me 'nay', Oh we'll all go down to meet her when she comes 'Sure it's custom like yours I can have anyday'. (Hi Babe, etc) She'll be wearing silk pyjamas when she comes Then out of my pocket I drew sovereigns bright, (Whistle twice) And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight, She'll be wearing silk pyjamas when she comes She said 'I have whiskey and wines of the best, (One whistle) And the words that I spoke you were only in jest. She'll be wearing silk pyjamas, She'll be wearing silk pyjamas I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done, She'll be wearing silk pyjamas when she comes And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son, (Whistle twice, etc) And if they forgive me as oft times before, Oh we'll kill the old red rooster when she comes Then I never will play the wild rover no more. (hack hack), etc. Oh we'll all have chicken and dumplings when she I'VE BEEN A SCOUT LEADER comes (Yum Yum), etc. I've been a Scout Leader for many a year Oh she'll have to sleep with grandma when she comes And entered this game with trepidation and fear (Snore snore), etc. But now that its over I feel somewhat glad And I never will rejoin this newfangled fad HE JUMPED FROM 40,000 FEET He jumped from 40,000 feet without a parachute Chorus He jumped from 40,000 feet without a parachute And it's no nay never, no! nay! never, no more He jumped from 40,000 feet without a parachute Will I be a Scout Leader, no, never no more. And he ain't gonna jump no more. I went into a Scout Den I used to frequent Chorus And I told the young lads our funds they were spent Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to die. Hey! Then out of my trailer I took camping gear Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to die. Hey! And the cries of dismay turned to yells of good cheer. Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to die. And he ain't gonna jump no more. BADGER'S ARMY By David Walsh They scraped him off the tarmac like a lump of We're all part of Badger's army, strawberry jam. Sandford Scout Troop, Thirty three, Hills and mountains we will climb, They put him in a matchbox and they sent him home We love Scouting all the time to mum. And Badger is our leader dressed in green. She put it on the mantelpiece beside his dear old dad. Bivouacking on a hillside, -- 2 -- Campfire Songbook Hiking on the Wicklow Way Appendicitis, appendicitis, appendicitis, feeling sick Singing songs with all our might Round the camp-fire in the night Cut him open, cut him open, cut him open, save his With Roy on his guitar to lead the way life. Sew him up, sew him up, sew him up around my knife. We go hiking in the winter We go even when it snows Cut him open, cut him open, cut him open 'til its In the summertime we camp found, Even if it's very damp Sew him up, sew him up, have you seen my specs In Powerscourt where the Dargle river flows. around. OLD MACDONALD Cut him open, cut him open, cut him open, - ad Old MacDonald had a farm, ee-i, ee-i, o, nauseam. And on his farm he had some pigs, ee-i, ee-i, o, Tall pigs, short pigs, short pigs, tall pigs, YOU'LL NEVER GET TO HEAVEN. Fat pigs, thin pigs, thin pigs, fat pigs, You'll never get to heaven Old MacDonald had a farm, ee-i, ee-i, o, In an old Ford car 'Cos an old Ford car Old MacDonald had a farm, ee-i, ee-i, o, Won't go that far And on his farm he had some cows, ee-i, ee-i, o, Tall cows, short cows, short cows, tall cows, You'll never get to heaven in an old Ford car Fat cows, thin cows, thin cows, fat cows, 'Cos an old Ford car won't go that far Tall pigs, short pigs, short pigs, tall pigs, I ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more. Fat pigs, thin pigs, thin pigs, fat pigs, I ain't gonna grieve my Lord Old MacDonald had a farm, ee-i, ee-i, o, I ain't gonna grieve my Lord I ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more. KOOKABURRA Kookaburra sits on the old gum tree. You'll never get to heaven in a limousine Merry merry King of the bush is he 'Cos the Lord ain't got no gasoline. Laugh Kookaburra, Laugh, Kookaburra Gay your life must be You'll never get to heaven in a Jumbo jet 'Cos the Lord ain't got no runways yet. WORMS Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, You'll never get to heaven in a Girl Guides arms Think I'll go and eat worms, 'Cos the Lord doesn't want those feminine charms.