SONGS

The Ants Go Marching
Written By: Unknown
Copyright Unknown

The ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching one by one,
The little one stops to suck his thumb
And they all go marching down to the ground
To get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

More verses:

The ants go marching two by two,
The little one stops to tie his shoe

The ants go marching three by three,
The little one stops to climb a tree

The ants go marching four by four,
The little one stops to shut the door

The ants go marching five by five,
The little one stops to take a dive

The ants go marching six by six,
The little one stops to pick up sticks

The ants go marching seven by seven,
The little one stops to pray to heaven

The ants go marching eight by eight,
The little one stops to shut the gate

The ants go marching nine by nine,
The little one stops to check the time

The ants go marching ten by ten,
The little one stops to say "THE END"

Buggy
York Adams Area Council

There was a Cub who had a bug and BUGGY was his name, oh.
B-U-G-G-Y, B-U-G-G-Y, B-U-G-G-Y,
And BUGGY was his name, oh!

For each verse after the first, omit saying one letter more, so that the second verse is:

There was a Cub who had a bug and BUGGY was his name, oh.
(Sh)-U-G-G-Y, (Sh)-U-G-G-Y, (Sh)-U-G-G-Y,
And BUGGY was his name, oh!

And so on…

Bugs
Tune: Row, Row, Row Your Boat
York Adams Area Council

Catch, catch, catch a bug.
Put it in a jar.
Sometimes they fly, sometimes they die,
but most get squashed on your car.
-- Thanks to Cathy Porter, Pack 987 and Troop 424

Scout Vespers
York Adams Area Council

I have two versions, here. The most common one I only have the one verse of. I have that in the 1963 issue of the Boy Scout Songbook, and the Wood Badge Songbook that I recieved in 1995 when I took the class.

Softly falls the light of day,
While 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?

Second version (From my Wood Badge Songbook.)

Quitely 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.

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 skies above.
-- Thanks to Chuck Bramlet

Mighty Fine ... Scout Camp
York Adams Area Council

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 Scout Camp 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 Coming Of The Frogs
(Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic)
National Capital Council

Mine eyes have seen the horror of the coming of the frogs.

They are sneaking thru the swamps and they are lurking in the logs.

You can hear their mournful croaking through the early morning fog

The frogs keep hopping on.

Chorus:  (repeat after each verse)

Ribet, ribet, ribet, croak, croak.
Ribet, ribet, ribet, croak, croak.
Ribet, ribet, ribet, croak, croak.
The frogs keep hopping on.

The frogs have grown in numbers and their croaking fills the air

There’s no place to escape because the frogs are everywhere.

They’ve eaten all the flies and now they’re hungry as a bear

The Frogs keep hopping on.  Chorus.

They’ve hopped into the living room and headed down the hall.

They’ve have trapped me in the corner and my back’s against the wall.

And when I opened up my mouth to give a warning call.

This was all I heard.  Chorus.

Flea Fly -- Repeat after the leader
National Capital Council

Fee

Fee Fly

Fee fly Flow

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

Oh no, no not the vee stay.

Hex a meey hex a meeny oh walla walla meeny Des a meeny heya meedy oh walla wa

Be bill Oaten scoten bo bo be de dooten Bo bo be de dottenBo Bo be de dotten Shhhhhhhhh

America (Round)
Crossroads of America

America, America,

How can I tell you how I feel,           

You have given me many treasures 

I love you so.

Kooka Berry
Crossroads of America

Kooka berra sits in the old gum tree,               

Merry, merry king of the bush is he.

Laugh Kooka Berra, laugh kooka berra,

Gay your life must be.

Do Your Ears Hang Low (High)
Crossroads of America

Do your ears hang low,

Do they wobble to and fro?

Can you tie them in a knot?

Can you tie them in a bow?

Can you throw them over your shoulder

like a Continental soldier?

Do your ears hang low?

Do your ears hang high?

Do they reach up to the sky?

Do they droop when they are wet?

Do they stiffen when they dry?

Can you semaphore your neighbor with

A minimum of labor?

Do your ears hang high?

All You Etta
(Tune: Allouette.)
Crossroads of America

All you etta, think of all you etta,

All you etta, think of all you et.

Think of all the ______you et,

Think of all the ______you et,

__________ you et,

__________ you et,

Ooooooooh.

Kum Ba Yah
Crossroads of America

                Kum ba yah my Lord, Kum ba yah,

Kum ba yah my Lord, Kum ba yah,

Kum ba yah my Lord, Kum ba yah,

Oh 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,

Oh Lord, Kum ba yah.

Someone’s laughing, Lord…

Someone’s singing, Lord…

Someone’s praying Lord…

It’s an Insects World”
Sung to the tune of “It’s a Small World”
Crossroads of America

It’s a world of centipedes, a world of moths,
It’s a world of butterflies, a world of moths,
There’s so much that we share,
We should be aware,
It’s a great big insect world.

Chorus:

It’s a great big insect world.
It’s a great big insect world.
It’s a great big insect world.
It’s an insect world.

It’s a world of beetles, a world of fleas,
It’s a world of worms, a world of bees,
In this world that we know,
There’s so much we can show,
It’s a great big insect world.

Chorus:

It’s a great big insect world.
It’s a great big insect world.
It’s a great big insect world.
It’s an insect world.