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(Moroccan round)
A ram sam sam, a ram sam sam
Guli guli guli guli guli ram sam sam
A ram sam sam, a ram sam sam
Guli guli guli guli guli ram sam sam
A rafi, a rafi,
Guli guli guli guli guli ram sam sam
A rafi, a rafi,
Guli guli guli guli guli ram sam sam
Above the field
Of gold and green
A young boy's head
Is plainly seen.
A-hoo-ya hoo-ya hoo-ya-ya
swiftly flowing water.
(repeat)
A hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die.
A line that he drew with his sword when the battle was nigh.
"Let him who would fight to the death cross over and him who
would live better fly"
And over the line crossed a hundred and seventy-nine.
High-up Santa Anna we're killing your soldiers below
So the rest of Texas will know, and remember the Alamo (the Alamo the Alamo)
A courier sent from the battle was bloody and bowed
The letters he carried were letter of love they were proud
"Fear not little darling my dying, if Texas be sovereign and
free,
we'll never surrender and ever shall liberty be."
High-up, etc.
Jim Bowie lay dying, his powder was ready and dry.
While flat on his back Bowie killed him a few in reply.
And young Davy Crockett was smiling and laughing the challenge
was fierce in his eye
For Texas and freedom and man more than willing to die.
High-up, etc.
Women stand and sing "Allelu(ia)". Men stand and sing "Praise ye the Lord". All stand and sing the last line.
Allelu, allelu, allelu, alleluia
Praise ye the Lord
Allelu, allelu, allelu, alleluia
Praise ye the Lord
Praise ye the Lord, alleluia
Praise ye the Lord, alleluia
Praise ye the Lord, alleluia
Praise ye the Lord
(French; trans. “Skylark, I will pluck you. I will pluck off your head, nose, neck, back, wings, tail, knees, feet”)
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Je te plumerai la tete, (je te plumerai la tete)
Et la tete (et la tete)
Alouette (Alouette)
Oh....Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai.
Je te plumerai le bec...
Je te plumerai le nez....
Je te plumerai le cou...
Je te plumerai le dos...
Je te plumerai les ailes....
Je te plumerai les jambes....
Je te plumerai les pattes [les pieds]
The versions I usually see in print, including hymnals, are different from ours---don't know if Oz Hawksley brought it to camp or not:--Dick Dawson
Various web-enabled version so the music appear at: http://www.gurman.org/ashgrove/
Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander
When twilight is fading I pensively rove
Or at the bright noontide in solitude wander
Amid the deep shades of the lonely ash grove.
'Tis there where the blackbird is cheerfully singing
Each warbler enchants with his note from the tree
Ah, then little think I of sorrow or sadness;
The ash grove entrancing spells beauty for me.
Back of the bread is the flour
And back of the flour is the mill
And back of the mill is the wind and the rain
And the farmer’s/Father's will.
I wonder why we thought this was appropriate for kids, I don't know, but then we did sing the Alamo.--Al Ross
Won't ya come to me baby,
And won't ya bring my bail?
For drinkin'and fightin' on a Saturday night
They put me down in the Bandui jail.
Boom, Boom, Boom
Bandui, Bandui, Bandui-o
Bandui, Bandui, Baby I don't know.
I didn't mean to be fightin'
And causin' ya all that shame,
But the son of Jonathan Brightin'
Was scandalizin' your name.
Boom, Boom, Boom ...
Well Bandui jail she's cold and damp.
The rats they cover the floor.
Just ten and three will set me free,
And I'll be yours forever more.
Boom, Boom, Boom ...
Bed is too small for my tiredness
Give me a hill topped with trees
Tuck a cloud up under my chin
Lord, blow the moon out, please
Rock me to sleep in a cradle of dreams
Sing me a lullaby of leaves
Tuck a cloud up under my chin
Lord, blow the moon out, please
Been ridin’ since daylight in shadow and sunlight
And now in the twilight we’re travelin’ slow
The comin’ star’s guidin’, and we’ll be
a-ridin’
Down the trail where the sun hangs low
Jog along to somewhere, jog along all day
Jog along to somewhere, we sure know the way
There’s no cabin waiting and no one is watching
There’s no one to welcome us homeward and so
We’ll ride on together whatever the weather
Down the trail where the sun hangs low.
Jog along ...
Some day we’ll stop ridin’ , the good boss
providin’
And then we’ll be leaving this trail that we know
The sun will be setting and we’ll be forgetting
The trail where the sun hangs low.
Jog along ...
Bill Grogan’s goat was feeling fine
At three red shirts right off the line
Bill took a stick, gave him a whack
And tied him to the railroad track
The whistle blew, the train drew nigh
Bill Grogan’s goat was doomed to die
He gave three groans of awwwful pain
Coughed up those shirts and flagged the train.
Here we stand like birds in the wilderness
Birds in the wilderness, birds in the wilderness
Here we stand like birds in the wilderness
Waiting to be fed.
Waiting to be fed, waiting to be fed,
Here we stand like birds in the wilderness
Waiting to be fed.
Clap-snap, clap-snap, clap-snap, clap-snap ...
Boatmen dance. Boatmen sing. Boatmen do most anything.
When the boatman comes along shore, spends all his money and
works for more
High-ho the boatmen go, up and down the river on the Ohio
High-ho the boatmen go, up and down the river on the Ohio
Boom boom, ain't it great to be crazy?
Boom boom ain't it great to be (crazy)/(nuts like us)?
Silly and foolish all day long
Boom boom ain't it great to be crazy?
Horse and flea and three blind mice
Sat on (the corner)/(a tombstone) shooting dice
Horsie slipped and fell on the flea
"Whoops" said the flea, "there's a horsie on
me!"
Boom boom ...
Way down south where bananas grow
(Monkey)/(Mousie) stepped on an elephant's toe
The elephant cried with tears in his eyes
"Why don't you pick on someone your own size?"
Boom boom ...
Silly sally selling socks
A dime a dozen or a dollar a box
Longer you wear 'em the stiffer they get
Put 'em in the water and they won't get wet
Boom boom ...
One fine day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight.
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other.
Boom boom ...
Introduced in 1977 by a Jamaican visitor who told us that he was affiliated with the Organization of American States--Chip Buckner
Brown Girl in the Ring
Sha la la la la
Brown Girl in the Ring
Sha la la la la la
Brown Girl in the Ring
Sha la la la la
She look like a sugar and a plum, plum, plum
Sweet like a honey pie,
You and your big brown eyes
Sweet like a honey pie
You and your big brown eyes
I remember last Sat'day night
We had fish and johnnie cakes
I remember last Sat'day night
We had fish and johnnie cakes
Bom, bom, bom, Miss Lucy
Bom, bom, bom, Miss Lucy
Oh sweet mercy!
(Repeat the first verse)
The call of the fire comes to me
Through the shadows that follow the close of the day
Each flame brings us peace and a calmness of spirit
That drives all our sorrows away.
We’re thankful for the days and the joys that they bring us
For nights and the rest that they give.
May we go on believing in the love we’re receiving
Just now round the fire as we sing.
Came a riding by one day
Zhum ta di ya di ya
Suitor jaunty bold and gay
Zhum ta di ya di ya HEY!
Zhum ta di ya di ya Zhum ta di ya ya
Zhum ta di ya di ya Zhum ta di ya ya
Zhum ta di ya di ya Zhum ta di ya ya
Zhum ta di ya di ya
A round
Chairs to mend, old chairs to mend.
Mackeral, fresh mackeral.
Any old rags? Any old rags?
Words and music by Joni Mitchell
Introduced to Camp Hope by Rita O'Laughlin
Yesterday, a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star.
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down.
We're captured on a carousel of time.
We can't return, we can only look
behind From where we came
And go 'round and 'round and 'round in the circle game.
Then the child moved ten times round the seasons
Skated over ten clear frozen streams
Words like "when you're older" must appease him
And promises of "someday" make his dreams
And the seasons ...
16 springs. and 16 summers gone now
Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town
And they tell him, "Take your time; it won't be long now
Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down."
And the seasons ...
Years spin by and now the child is twenty
Tho his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true
There'll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is thru.
And the seasons ...
She’ll be comin’ round the mountain when she comes
She’ll be comin’ round the mountain when she comes
She’ll be comin’ round the mountain, She’ll be
comin’ round the mountain
She’ll be comin’ round the mountain when she
comes. TOOT-TOOT
She’ll be drivin’ six white horses when she
comes... WHOA BACK!
Oh, we’ll all go out to meet her when she comes....HI BABE!
We will kill the old red rooster when she comes....HACK, HACK!
And we’ll all have chicken and dumplings when she
comes....YUM, YUM
She will have to do the dishes when she comes.....CRASH! CRASH!
She’ll be wearing red pajamas when she comes....SCRATCH,
SCRATCH
Oh, she’ll have to sleep with Grandma when she comes...
(SNORE, SNORE)
She sailed away on a bright and sunny day
On the back of a crocodile
“You see,” said she, “he’s as tame as
he can be,
I’ll float him down the Nile.”
But the croc winked his eye as she waved them all goodbye
Wearing a happy smile.
At the end of the ride, the lady was inside
And the smile was on the crocodile!
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