USSSP - Baloo's Bugle

SONGS

The Erie Canal

Baltimore Area Council

This song was written in 1913 by Jerry Vogel. It is listed on www.pdinfo.com as being in the Public Domain (Thank you, Nancy). If you want to hear the tune, there is a midi file at http://www.kididdles.com/mouseum/e014.html CD

I’ve got a mule, and her name is Sal,
Fifteen years on the Erie Canal.
She’s a good old worker and a good old pal,
Fifteen years on the Erie Canal.
We’ve hauled some barges in our day
Filled with lumber, coal and hay
And ev’ry inch of the way I know
From Albany to Buffalo.

Chorus:

Low Bridge, ev’rybody down,
Low Bridge, for we’re coming to a town!
And you’ll always know your neighbor,
You’ll always know your pal,
If you’ve ever navigated on the Erie Canal.

We better get along on our way, old gal,
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal.
Cause you bet your life I’d never part with Sal,
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal.
Git up there, mule, here comes a lock,
We’ll make Rome ‘bout six o’clock.
One more trip and back we’ll go
Right back home to Buffalo.

Chorus

Red River Valley

Baltimore Area Council

This song was written in 1896 by Cass von Braun. It is listed on www.pdinfo.com as being in the Public Domain. If you want to hear the tune, there is a midi file at http://www.niehs.nih.gov/kids/lyrics/redriver.htm CD

From this valley they say you are going
We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile
For they say you are taking the sunshine
That has brightened our path for a while

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 cowboy who loved you so true

Won’t you think of the valley you’re leaving
Oh how lonely, how sad it will be?
Oh think of the fond heart you’re breaking
And the grief you are causing to me

As you go to your home by the ocean
May you never forget those sweet hours
That we spent in the Red River Valley
And the love we exchanged mid the flowers

Row, Row, Row Your Boat

Baltimore Area Council

Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream.

Blub blub blub your sub
Gently ‘neath the stream
Ha ha fooled you all
I’m a submarine

Propel Propel Propel your craft
Passively down the liquid solution
Ecstatic ecstatic ecstatic ecstatic
Existence is but an optical illusion

Sailing, Sailing

Baltimore Area Council

Sailing, sailing over the bounding main
Where many a stormy wind shall blow
‘Ere Jack comes home again
Sailing, sailing over the bounding main
Where many a stormy wind shall blow
‘Ere Jack comes home again

Little White Duck

Baltimore Area Council & Circle Ten Council

There’s a little white duck sittin’ in the water,
A little white duck, doin’ what he oughter.
He took a bite of a lily pad, flapped his wings
And he said I’m glad that I’m a little white duck
Sittin’ in the water, quack, quack, quack.

There’s a little green frog, swimmin’ in the water
A little green frog, doin’ what he oughter.
He jumped right off the lily pad the little duck bit
And he said I’m glad that I’m a little green frog
Swimmin’ in the water, croak, croak, croak.

There’s a little black bug, floatin’ on the water
A little black bug doin’ what he oughter
He tickled the frog on the lily pad that the little bug bit
And he said I’m glad that I’m a little black bug
Floatin’ on the water, chirp, chirp,

There’s a little red snake lyin’ in the water

A little red snake doin’ what he oughter

He frightened the duck and the frog so bad

He ate the bug and he said I’m glad that I’m a little red snake

Lyin’ in the water; ssss, ssss, ssss.

There’s A Hole In The Bottom Of The Sea

Baltimore Area Council

There’s a hole in the bottom of the sea
There’s a hole in the bottom of the sea
There’s a hole, there’s a hole
There’s a hole in the bottom of the sea

There’s a log in the hole in the bottom of the sea
There’s a log in the hole in the bottom of the sea
There’s a hole, there’s a hole
There’s a hole in the bottom of the sea

There’s a bump on the log in the hole
In the bottom of the sea
There’s a bump on the log in the hole
In the bottom of the sea
There’s a hole, there’s a hole
There’s a hole in the bottom of the sea

Keep building as long as your imagination let’s you. Be sure to repeat all the items each time.

There’s a frog on the bump on the log in the hole …

There’s a fly on the frog on the bump on the log …

There’s a wing on the fly on the frog on the bump…

There’s a flea on the wing on the fly on the frog …

After this you could have

A wing on the flea,

A hair on the wing,

But at Camp No-Be-Bo-Sco in the 60’s under the direction of “Golden” Eddie (Stoeffels) we would continue with –

There’s a truck on the flea on the wing on the fly …

There’s a tire on the truck on the flea on the wing …

And somehow we would wind up with

There’s a charge in the proton in the atom … I don’t remember it all. Sorry. However you choose to do it -

#1. Have Fun

#2. Make sure your Cubs are having fun, don’t drag it out too long. Commissioner Dave

SuperCalifornianExpertSurferoftheOcean

Circle Ten Council

(Tune: Supercalifragilistic)

Chorus:

SuperCalifornianExpertSurferOfTheOcean,

Even though most of them don’t use a suntan lotion

When they hit the waves too hard

They sure do cause commotion.

Super Californian Expert Surfer Of The Ocean.

Hum, diddle, diddle, diddle

Hum, diddle, I (up half-tone)

Hum, diddle, diddle, diddle

Hum, diddle, I

Because I was afraid to surf

When I was just a lad

My father took my board away

And told me I was bad

But then one day I learned a word

That every surfer knows

The biggest word you ever heard

And this is how it goes: Chorus

Chorus:

He Waded in the Water

Circle Ten Council

(Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic)

Chorus:

He waded in the water and he got his feet all wet

But he didn’t get his (clap, clap) wet (clap) yet.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!

He didn’t get his (clap, clap) wet (clap) yet.

He waded in the water and he got his ankles wet (3x)

But he didn’t get his (clap, clap) wet (clap) yet.

Chorus

He waded in the water and he got his knees wet (3x)

But he didn’t get his (clap, clap) wet (clap) yet.

Chorus

He waded in the water and he got his thighs wet (3x)

But he didn’t get his (clap, clap) wet (clap) yet.

Chorus

He waded in the water and he finally got it wet (3x)

He finally got his bathing suit wet!

Cub Sailors

Circle Ten Council

(Tune: My Bonnie Lies Over the Sea)

The Cub Scouts sailed out on the ocean

One weekend with all of the pack

They didn’t remember the compass

Oh, please bring that Cub Scout Pack back.

Chorus:

Bring back, bring back

Bring back those Cub Scouts back home to me

Bring back, bring back

Bring those Cub Scouts to me.

They sailed till they reached Honolulu

They landed with nobody hurt

They went to a Hawaiian luau

Dressed up in blue and gold grass skirts

Chorus

They headed back home one gray morning

Got caught in a bad hurricane

They last report we heard of them

They were sighted off the coast of Spain.

Chorus

Columbus Song

Circle Ten Council

(Tune: Yankee Doodle)

In fourteen hundred and ninety two

Columbus sailed from Spain

With three small ships and eighty men

Across the bounding main

Chorus:

“Sail on and on,” he said

“There’s nothing you should dread.”

“We’ll find that New World soon I’m sure!”

“Just think what lies ahead!”

Columbus was a sailor fine

He knew his navigation

And even though his men were scared

He was their inspiration.

Paddle Song

Baltimore Area Council

Start out softly as if the canoes are at a great distance. Each time, get a little louder as the canoes pass you, then gradually get soft again as the canoes disappear from sight.

Our paddles keen and bright,
Flashing like silver.
Swift as the wild goose flight,
Dip, dip, and swing.

Dip, dip, and swing them back,
Flashing like silver.
Swift as the wild goose flight,
Dip, dip, and swing.

Shipwrecked Cub Scouts

Longhorn Council

(Tune: Gilligan’s Island Theme)

Our pack set sail on the sea one day,
In search of coins of gold.
A group of hearty Cub Scouts,
And leaders true and bold.

The weather started getting rough,
The tiny ship was tossed.
If not for the courage of our Cubmaster,
The whole pack would be lost.

Our boat touched ground on a rocky isle
And up walked a tall old man.
He tossed a towel to dry us off,
And raised high his right hand.

He said, “You’re a sharp pack of Cub Scouts,
Your courage brave and sure,
To sail out on a sea like this
On a Scouting adventure.”

He gave directions to get home.
We set sail with good cheer.
We reached home with the setting sun,
And tied up to the pier.

We looked in the bottom of the boat
And saw the old man’s towel.
His name was stitched along the hem,
The name was Baden-Powell.