TRADITIONAL SONGS
Charlie on the M.T.A.

Let me tell ya of a story 'bout a man named Charlie, on a tragic and faithful day.
He put ten cents in his pocket, kissed his wife and family, went to ride on the M.T.A

Chorus: But did he ever return?
No, he never returned, and his fate
is still unlearned. (Poor old charlie).
He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston,
he's the man who never returned.

Charlie handed in his dime at the Kendel Square Station and he changed for Jamaca Plains. When he gott there the conductor told him, "one more nickle,"
Charlie couldn't get off that train

Well all night long Charlie rides through the stations, saying,
"What will become of me? How can I afford to see my sister in Chelsea or my cousin or Roxbury?"

Charlie's wife goes down to the Scully Square station, every day at a quarter past two. And through the open window, she hands Charlie a sandwich as the train goes a rumbling through.

Green Grow the Rushes-Oh

I'll sing you one-ho, green grow the rushes-ho.
What is your one-ho?
One is one, and all alone, and ever more shall be it so!

I'll sing you two-ho, green grow the rushes-ho.
What is your two-ho?
Two, two, lily white boys, cloth-ed all in green-ho
One is one, and all alone, and ever more shall be it so!

[Continue: adding each verse and repeating backwards to, "One is one, and all alone, and ever more shall be it so!"]

Three, three, the rivals;
Four for the Gospel makers;
Five for the symbols at your door;
Six for the six proud walkers;
Seven for the seven stars in the sky;
Eight for the April rainers;
Nine for the nine bright shiners;
Ten for the ten commandments;
Eleven for the eleven who went to heaven;
Twelve for the twelve apostles.

Old Mrs. O'Leary

Late last night when we were all in bed,
Mrs. O'Leary left her lantern in the shed.
Well, the cow kicked it over, and this is what they said:
"There'll be a hot time in the old town tonight!"

When you hear those bells go ding-a-ling,
All join 'round and sweetly you must sing.
And when the verse is through, in the Chorus all join in:
"There'll be a hot time in the old town tonight!"

For dramatic effect, shout out "FIRE, FIRE, FIRE" at the end of the first verse.

Silly variant:
Ten nights dark when bed we all were in,
Old Leary lady hung the shed her lantern in,
And when the kick cowed it over, she eyed her wink and said
"There'll be town hot in the time old tonight!"

The Scout Who Never Returned
[Tune: Charlie On The MTA]

Let me tell you of a story of a Scout named . . .
On that tragic and fateful day;
Put his/her Scout knife in his/her pocket;
Kissed his/her dog and family;
When to hike in the woods far away.

Well, did he/she ever return?
No, he/she never returned.
And his/her fate is still unlearned:
He/she may roam forever in the woods and mountains,
He/she's the Scout who never returned.

Now you citizens of [town name],
Don't you think it's a scandle
How ol' [Scout's name] got lost that day?
Take the right equipment; TAKE ALONG A BUDDY,
When you hike in the hills that way.

Or else you'll never return,
No, you'll never return.
And your fate will be unlearned: (just like [Scout's name])
You may roam forever in the woods and mountains,
Like the Scout who never returned.

Our Paddles Keen and Bright

Our paddles keen and bright, flashing like silver,
Swift as the wild goose flies, dip, dip, and swing.

Dip, dip, and swing them back, flashing like silver,
Swift as the wild goose flies, dip, dip, and swing.

Sing two or three times through, with voices becoming louder
and then softer-as though canoes were first approaching and then moving away. [Also may be sung as a round.]

Quartermaster's Store

There are rats, rats, as big as alley cats,
At the store, at the store.
There are rats, rats, as big as alley cats,
At the Quartermaster's store.

Chorus

My eyes are dim, I can not see.
I have not brought my specks with me. [Repeat.]

Mice . . . running through the rice.
Snakes . . . as big as garden rakes.
Beans . . . as big as submarines.
Gravy . . . enough to float the navy.
Cakes . . . that give us tummy aches.
Eggs . . . with scaly chicken legs.
Butter . . . running in the gutter.
Lard . . . they sell it by the yard.
Bread . . . with great big lumps like lead.
Cheese . . . that makes you want to sneeze.
Soot . . . they grow it by the foot.
Goats . . . eating all the oats
Bees . . . with little knobby knees.
Owls . . . shredding paper towels.
Apes . . . eating all the grapes.
Turtles . . . wearing rubber girdles.
Bear . . . with curlers in its hair.
Buffalos . . . with hair between their toes.
Foxes . . . stuffed in little boxes.
Coke . . . enough to make you choke.
Pepsi . . . that gives you apoplexy.
Roaches . . . sleeping in the coaches.
Flies . . . swarming 'round the pies.
Fishes . . . washing all the dishes.
Moths . . . eating through the cloths
Scouts . . . eating brussel sprouts.
Leaders . . . slapping at the skeeters.

A Ram, Sam, Sam

A ram sam sam, a ram sam sam, gooli gooli gooli gooli gooli ram sam sam.
A ram sam sam, a ram sam sam, gooli gooli gooli gooli gooli ram sam sam.
Arra-tay arra-tay, gooli gooli gooli gooli gooli ram sam sam
Arra-tay arra-tay, gooli gooli gooli gooli gooli ram sam sam

Star Trekkin'

Chorus:
Star Trekkin' across the universe, on the Starship Enterprise, under Captain Kirk. Star Trekkin' across the Universe, Always goin' forward, 'cause we can't find reverse!
Mr. Sulu: The Enterprise is slowing down, slowing down, slowing down. The Enterprise is slowing down, slowing down, Jim!

Lt. Uhura: There's Klingons on the starboard bow, Starboard bow, starboard bow. There's Klingons on the starboard bow, starboard bow, Jim!

Mr. Spock: It's life Jim, but not as we know it, not as we know it, not as we know it. Itís life Jim, but not as we knew it, not as we know it, Captain.

Dr. McCoy: It's worse than that, he's dead, Jim. dead, Jim, dead Jim. It's worse than that, he's dead, Jim. Dead, Jim, dead!

Engineer Scott: (In your best Scottish accent) You cannot change the laws of physics, laws of physics, laws of physics. You cannot change the laws of physics, laws of physics, Jim!

Captain Kirk: We Come in Peace (shoot to kill!) Shoot to kill, shoot to kill. We Come in Peace (shoot to kill!) Shoot to kill, men!

The Battle of New Orleans

In 1814 we took a little trip,
Along with Col. Jackson down the mighty Mississipp'
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans,
And we met the bloody Brits in the town of New Orleans.

Chorus:
We fired our guns and the British kept a comin'.
There wasn't nigh as many as they was a while ago.
We fired once more and they begin to runnin',
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

We looked down the river and we see'd the British come...
There must have been a hundred of 'em beatin' on the drum.
They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring;
While we stood beside our cotton bales and didn't say a thing.

Old Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise.
If we didn't fire a musket till we looked 'em in the eyes.
We held our fire till we see'd their faces well;
Then we opened up our squirrel guns and really gave 'em--Well.

They ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles,
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go.
They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em 'em,
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico. Chorus

We fired our cannon till the barrel melted down,
So we grabbed an alligator and we poured an other round.
We put the ball between his teeth and powdered his behind,
And when we touched the powder off the 'gator lost his mind.

They ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles,
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go.
They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em,
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

Ging Gang Goolee

(Divide the group into two halves. Sing the song through once. Keep one group singing "oompah" and start the second group singing "ging gang goolee. When the second group comes to "hayla" the entire group sings together. Then switch parts. At the last shally wally, stop at Oom. (cut off cold))

Ging gang goolee, goolee, goolee, goolee, watcha,
Ging gang goo, ging gang goo.
Ging gang goolee, goolee, goolee, goolee, watcha,
Ging gang goo, ging gang goo.

Ohh, hayla, oh hayla shayla,
Hayla shayla, shayla,
Oh ho Hayla, oh hayla shayla,
Hayla shayla, shayla, oh.
Shally wally, Shally wally, Shally wally, Shally wally,
Oompah, Oompah, Oompah, Oompah.

Clementine

In a cavern, in a canyon, excavating for a mine,
Lived a miner, forty-niner, and his daughter Clementine.

Chorus
Oh my darling, Oh my darling,
Oh my darling Clementine,
You are lost and gone forever,
dreadful sorry, Clementine.

Light she was, and like a fairy,
and her shoes were number nine,
Herring boxes without topses,
sandals were for Clementine.

Drove she ducklings to the water
every morning just at nine,
Hit her foot against a splinter,
fell into the foaming brine.

Ruby lips above the water,
blowing bubbles soft and fine,
Alas for me! I was no swimmer,
so I lost my Clementine.

In a churchyard near the canyon,
where the myrtle doth entwine,
There grow roses and other posies,
fertilized by Clementine.

Then the miner, forty-niner,
soon began to peak and pine,
Thought he oughter join his daughter,
now he's with his Clementine.

In my dreams she still doth haunt me,
robed in garments soaked in brine,
While in life I used to hug her,
now she's dead I draw the line.

How I missed her, how I missed her,
how I missed my Clementine,
Until I kissed her little sister,
and forgot my Clementine.

Now ye Scouts all heed the
warning to this tragic tale of mine,
Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation
would have saved my Clementine.

Mighty Fine Scout Camp

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 Delmont 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.

Rollin' Over The Billows

Chorus:

Rolling over the billows
Rolling over the sea
Rolling over the billow of the deep blue sea
(repeat once)

Verses:

Well it's cheese, it's cheese,
It's cheese that makes the mice go round
(repeat twice)
It's cheese that makes the mice go round

Chorus

(follow with theswe verses in same pattern)

Mice that makes the cats go round
Cats that make the dogs go round
Dogs that make the boys go round
Boys that make the girls go round
Girls that make the love go round
Love that makes the world go round

The Rattlin' Bog

Chorus:

Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog, in the bog down in the valley oh
(repeat once)

And in that bog there was a tree, a rare tree, a rattlin' tree, and the tree in the bog and bog down the valley oh.

Follow this pattern adding additional items into the bog.

The items are: a limb, branch, twig, nest, egg, bird, feather, fly, flea, and elephant.

Who Killed Cock Robin

Chorus:
All the birds of the air fell a sighin' and sobbin',
When they heard of the death of poor cock robin,
When they heard of the death of poor cock robin.

1. Who killed cock robin?
"I", said the sparrow, "with my bow and arrow."
"I killed cock robin."

2. Who saw him die?
"I", said the fly, "with my little eye."

3. Who'll make his shroud?
"I", said the beetle, "with my thread and needle."

4. Who'll dig his grave ?
"I", said the owl, "with my little trowel."

5. Who'll give the memorial?
"I", said the rook, "with my little book."

6. Who'll be chief mourner?
"I", said the dove, "with my undying love."

7. Who'll bear the coffin?
"I", said the wren, "with rooster and the hen."

8. Who'll let him down?
"I", said the crane, "with my golden chain."

9. Who'll cover him over?
"I", said the crow, "with my little hoe."

10.Who'll toll the bell?
"I", said the bull, "because I can pull."

11.Who'll mark the grave?
"I", said the thrush, "with my paint and brush."

12.Who'll keep the vigil?
"I", said the lark, "so long as it's not dark."

The Happy Wanderer

I love to go a-wandering
along the mountain track,
And as I go,
I love to sing
My knapsack on my back.

Chorus
Valdaree, valdarah, valdaree,
Valdarah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Valdaree, valdarah
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 tip my hat to all I meet,
and they wave back to me
The blackbird call
so load and sweet
from every greenwood tree.

High overhead the Skylark wings.
He never stays at home.
And just like me,
he loves to sing
as over the world he roams.

Oh may I go a-wandering
until the day I die.
Oh may I always
laugh and sing
beneath God's clear blue sky.

The Mermaid

'Twas Friday Morn When we set sail,
and our ship wasn't far from the land.
When our captain spied a pretty mermaid,
with a comb and a glass in her hand.

Chous: Oh, the ocean waves may roll
and the stormy winds may blow
But we poor sailors go skipping to the top
While the landlubbers lie down below, below, below
While the landlubbers lie down below, below.

Then up spoke the captain of our gallant ship,
and a fine old man was he.
"This fishy mermaid has warned us of our doom,
we shall sink to the bottom of the sea."

Then up spoke the mate of our gallant ship
and a well spoken man was he.
"I've married me a wife in old Salem Town,
and tonight a widow she'll be."

Then up spoke the cook of our gallant ship,
and a red hot cook was he.
"I care more for my pots and my pans,
than I do for the bottom of the sea."

Then up spoke the figurehead of our gallant ship
and a well carved figure was she.
"I'd rather be a figurehead of this gallant ship
than a log at the bottom of the sea."

Then up spoke the cabin boy of our gallant ship
and a dirty little rat was he.
"There's nary a soul in old salem town,
who gives a lick 'bout me."

Then three times around went our gallant ship,
Then three times around went she.
Then three times around went our gallant ship,
and she sank to the bottom of the sea.

Patsy Orry Orry Ay

Chorus:
Patsy orry orry ay!
Patsy orry orry ay!
Patsy orry orry ay!
working on the railroad.

Eighteen Hundred and fourty-one,
My life on the railroad had just begun
My life on the railroad had just begun
Working on the railroad

Eighteen hundred and fourty-two,
I found myself with nothing to do
I found myself with nothing to do
Working on the railroad

Eighteen hundred and fourty-three,
The American railroad hired me
The American railroad hired me
Working on the railroad

Eighteen hundred and fourty-four,
I found my back was awefully sore
I found my back was awefully sore
Working on the railroad

Eighteen hundred and fourty-five,
that's the year I caught the hives,
that's the year I caught the hives,
working on the railroad.

Eighteen hundred and fourty-six,
I dropped a box of dynamite sticks
I dropped a box od dynamite sticks
working on the railroad.

Eighteen hundred and fourty-seven
I found myself on the way to heaven
I found myself on the way to heaven
Working on the railroad

Eighteen hundred aqnd fourty-eight
I found myself at the pearly gates
I found myself at the pearly gates
Working on the railroad

Eighteen hundred and fourty-nine
I found myself at the end of the line
I found myself at the end of the line
Working on the railroad

Eighteen hundred and fourty-ten
You like this song, we'll sing it again
You like this song, we'll sing it again
Working on the railroad

I've Got Sixpence

I've got sixpence, jolly, jolly sixpence,
I've got sixpence to last me all my life.
I've got tupence to spend and tupence to lend, and
tupence to send home to my wife, poor wife.

Chorus:
No cares have I to grieve me,
No pretty little girls to deceive me,
I'm happy as a lark, believe me,
As we go rolling rolling home.
Rolling home, (rolling home),
Rolling home, (rolling home),
By the light of the silvery moon,
Happy as the day,
that we line up for our pay, as we go rolling, rolling home.

I've got fourpence,
jolly, jolly fourpence,
I've got fourpence to last me all my life.
I've got tupence to spend
and tupence to lend,
and no pence to send home to my wife, poor wife.

I've got tupence, jolly, jolly tupence,
I've got tupence to last me all my life.
I've got tupence to spend and no pence to lend,
and no pence to send home to my wife, poor wife.

I've got no pence,
jolly, jolly no pence,
I've got no pence to last me all my life.
I've got no pence to spend and no pence to lend,
and no pence to send home to my wife, poor wife.

Rise and Shine

The Lord told Noah' there's gonna be a floody, floody.
The Lord told Noah' there's gonna be a floody, floody. Get those animals out of the muddy, muddy,
Children of the Lord.

Chorus:
Oh rise and shine angive God your glory, glory.
Oh rise and shine and give God your glory, glory.
Oh rise and shine and give God your glory, glory.
Children of the lord.

So Noah, he built him, he built him an arky, arky.
So Noah, he built him, he built him an arky, arky.
Built it out of Hickory barky, barky.
Children of the Lord.

The animals they came on, they came on by twosies, twosies.
The animals they came on, they came on by twosies, twosies.
Elephants and kangaroosies, roosies.
Children of the Lord.

It rained and poured for forty daysies, daysies.
It rained and poured for forty daysies, daysies.
All most drove those animals crazy, crazy.
Children of the Lord.

The sun came out and dried up the landy, landy.
The sun came out and dried up the landy, landy.
Everything was fine and dandy, dandy.
Children of the Lord.

Stay on the Sunny Side
Sing chorus between each knock knock joke.

Stay on the sunny side,
Always on the sunny side,
Stay on the sunny side of life.
We will cause you no pain as we drive you insane,
If you'll stay on the sunny side of life.

Knock! Knock!
Who's there?
Ether.
Ether who?
Ether bunny.

Knock! Knock!
Who's there?
Nother.
Nother who?
Nother ether bunny.

Knock! Knock!
Who's there?
Stella.
Stella who?
Stella nother ether bunny.

Knock! Knock!
Who's there?
Consumption.
Consumption who?
Consumption be done about all these ether bunnies.

Knock! Knock!
Who's there?
Cargo.
Cargo who?
Cargo beep beep and run over all the ether bunnies.

Knock! Knock!
Who's there?
Boo. Boo who?
Don't cry, ether bunny be back next year.

Johnnie Verbeck

There was a Dutch-man,
his name was John-nie Ver-beck.
He was a dealer in sausages and sauerkraut and spec.
He makes the finest sausages that ever you did see.
But one day he invented a wonderful sausage machine.

Chorus
Oh, Mister Johnnie Verbeck,
How could you be so mean?
I told you you'd be sorry for inventing that machine.
All the neighbors cats and dogs
Will never more be seen,
For they'll be ground to sausage meat
In Johnnie Verbeck's machine.

One day a little fat boy came a walking in the store
He brought a pound of sausage and piled them on the floor.
The boy began to whistle and he whistled up a tune.
And all the sausages went a dancing 'round the room.

One day the machine got busted the blamed thing wouldn't go.
So Johnnie Verbeck, he climbed inside to see what made it so.
His wife, she had a nightmare and walking in her sleep
She gave the crank an awful yank and Johnnie Verbeck was meat.

Marching to Pretoria

Brief History: The song "Pretoria" is the same song Lord-Baden Powell would sing with his troops as they marched from place to place during the Boer Wars in Africa in the 1800's/early 1900's.

Oh, I'll March with you, and you'll March with me, and we will March together, and yes we will March together, and yes we will March together. I'll March with you, and you'll March with me, and yes we will March together as we March along.

Chorus:
Oh, we're marching to Pretoria, Pretoria, Pretoria
Oh, we're marching to Pretoria, Pretoria, Hurrah.

Repeat song as often as wanted, replacing all underlined verbs with a new verb each time through the song (Hike, Swim, Eat, Cook, Climb, etc.).

Traditional end of the song at Camp Hinds, is to use ther verb "To Scout" the last time through the verse.

Dem Bones Gonna
Rise Again

Chorus:
I know it, know it
Indeed, I know it brother
I know it, know it hey!
Dem bones gonna rise again

Now in the beginning the Lord decided to make a man (Dem bones gonna rise again)
So he took a little water and he took a little sand
(Dem bones gonna rise again)

Now Adam he was terribly blue
He didn't know quite what to do

So the Lord took a rib from Adam's side
And made Miss. Eve for to be his bride

A suit of clothes the two did weave
One piece for Adam, two piece for Eve.

He put them in the garden fair
He thought they'd be most happy there

Peaches, pears, and fruits and such
But of that tree you must not touch

Now around that old Satan slunk
And at Miss Eve his eye he wunk

Miss Eve, them apples mighty fine
Take one gal, the Lord won't mind.

So she took a pick and she took a pull
'Til she filled her little fig leaf full

Now the next day the Lord came down
And spied them cores all over the ground

Adam! Adam! Where art thou?
Here I am Lord, I'm a'comin' now!

Adam, whno did these cores leave?
I don't know, Lord, must've been Eve

Adam, you're gonna have to leave this place
And earn your living by the sweat of your face

So he took a pick and he took a plow
And that's why we're all working now

But as Adam left, he made this crack
I sure do wish I had that old rib back'

That's all there is, there ain't no more
Eve got the apple, Adam got the core

This story has a meaningful omen;
Never underestimate the power of a woman.