Multimedia Songbook
This page contains lyrics and links to music files on many favorite Scouting songs.
Often, old songbooks contain a musical score that accompanies the songs. However, not
many of us can read music, so those songs become lost in time. I hope that this format
will help to bring back some of those songs... and save some of todays.
The linked music clips are in MIDI format (to reduce them to the minimum possible size).
The clips provide the tune that accompanies the lyrics. You will need to either
set up your browser to play MIDI files, or save the downloaded
files and play them through another utility (search for MIDI on the web).
The Songs
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This is a fun action song. Have everyone go up or down whenever they hear a word
starting with the letter "B".
My Bonnie lies over the ocean,
My Bonnie lies over the sea.
My Bonnie lies over the ocean,
Oh Bring Back my Bonnie to me.
chorus
Bring Back... Bring Back...Oh, Bring Back my Bonnie to me, to me
Bring Back... Bring Back...Oh, Bring Back my Bonnie to me
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Amazing grace! how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.
Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed!
Thro many dangers, toils, and snares,
I have already come;Tis grace hath
bro't me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.
The Lord has promised good to me,
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion
be as long as life endures.
When we've been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we first begun
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Katherine Lee Bates
O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain.
America! America! God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea.
Oh beautiful for pilgrim feet,
Whose stern, impassioned stress,
A thoroughfare for freedom beat,
Across the wilderness.
America! America! God mend thine every flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law.
Oh beautiful for heroes proved,in liberating strife
Who more than self their country loved,
Whose stern, impassioned stress,
A thoroughfare for freedom beat,
Across the wilderness.
America! America! God mend thine every flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law.
O beautiful for patriot dreams
That sees beyond the years;
Thine alabaster cities gleam,
Undimmed by human tears.
America! America! God shed his grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood,
From sea to shining sea.
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Here's a story of a dole banana who was bring up three very lovely fruit.
All of them had leaves of gold, like the others, The youngest one in green.
Here's a story of a grape popeiya who was living in a tree all of his own
They were two fruit in the same forest yet they were all alone.
Until one day when banana met popeiya And they knew that it was much more than a hunch
That this fruit... could somehow form a fruit drink
that's the way they all became Hawaiian Punch.
Hawaiian Punch, Hawaiian Punch
Thats the way, they became hawaiian punch.
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Richard Shuckburgh
Yankee Doodle went to town
A-riding on a pony
Stuck a feather in his hat
And called it macaroni.
Yankee Doodle, keep it up
Yankee Doodle dandy
Mind the music and the step
And with the girls be handy.
Father and I went down to camp
Along with Captain Gooding
And there we saw the men and boys
As thick as hasty pudding.
Yankee Doodle, keep it up
Yankee Doodle dandy
Mind the music and the step
And with the girls be handy
There was Captain Washington
Upon a slapping stallion
A-giving orders to his men
I guess there was a million.
Yankee Doodle, keep it up
Yankee Doodle dandy
Mind the music and the step
And with the girls be handy
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I'm bringing home my baby bumble bee
Won't my mommy be so proud of me
I'm bringing home my baby bumble bee
Ouch! It stung me!
I'm smashing up my baby bumble bee
Won't my mommy be so proud of me
I'm smashing up my baby bumble bee
Oh, What a mess!
I'm licking up my baby bumble bee
Won't my mommy be so proud of me
I'm licking up my baby bumble bee
Oh, I feel sick!
I'm throwing up my baby bumble bee
Won't my mommy be so proud of me
I'm throwing up my baby bumble bee
Oh, Another mess!
I'm mopping up my baby bumble bee
Won't my mommy be so proud of me
I'm mopping up my baby bumble bee
Oh, what a good boy I've been
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Mine eyes have seen the glory
of the coming of the Lord,
He is trampling out the vintage
Where the grapes of wrath are stored,
He has loosed the fateful lightning
of his terrible swift sword,
His truth is marching on.
chorus:
Glory, Glory Hallelujah,
Glory, Glory Hallelujah,
Glory, Glory Hallelujah,
His truth is marching on.
He has sounded forth the trumpet
that shall never call retreat,
He is sifting out the hearts of men
before His judgement seat.
Be swift my soul to answer him,
be jubilant my feet,
Our God is marching on.
chorus
In the beauty of the lilies
Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in his bosom,
That transfigures you and me,
As He died to make men Holy,
let us die to make men free,
His truth is marching on.
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I'll sing you one Ho
Green grow the rushes, oh,
What is your one Ho!
One is one and all alone
and ever more shall be it so.
I'll sing you two Hos.
Green grow the rushes, oh,
What are your two Hos
Two two the lily white boys,
Clothed and all in green ho.
One is one and all alone
and ever more shall be it so.
I'll sing you three Hos,
Green grow the rushes, oh,
What are your three Hos
Three three the rivals.
Two two, the lily white boys,
Clothed and all in green ho.
One is one and all alone
and ever more shall be it so.
Leader continues to add one more verse while group
joins in singing back through all of the previous verses.
This song is a lot of fun and will prove popular with the
crowd one they catch on to it
Four for the gospel makers
Five for the cymbals 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
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Follow the trail to the open air;
Alone with hills and sky.
A pack on your back, but never a care
Letting the days slip by;
chorus
Healing fragrance of pines
in the dark glow of camper's fire;
Starlight and shadow and music of waves,
while the grey smoke curls higher.
Follow the trail to the open air,
Letting the days slip by;
A smile on your lips, a song in your heart;
One with the hills and sky.
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Take me out to the Ballgame.
Take me out to the park.
Buy me some peanuts and cracker-jack.
I don't care if I ever get back!
So its hip, hip, hip for the home team.
If they don't win it's a shame.
Cause its "One" "Two" "Three" strikes, "Your OUT!"
at the old ball game!
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Softly falls the light of day
As 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?"
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Bill Grogan's goat was feeling fine,
Ate three red shirts right off the line!
chorus:
Boom dee ah dah!
Boom dee ah dah!
Boom Boom Boom Boom
Bill Grogan grabbed him by the back
And tied him to the railroad track!
chorus
The whistle blew, the train drew nigh
Bill Grogans goat, was doomed to die!
chorus
That train came on, on down the track
The goat's future looked mighty black!
chorus
That train came on, on down the bend
For Grogan's goat, it was the end!
chorus
Now Grogan's goat, ain't feeling fine,
With ten freightcars, up his behind!!!
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There was a little dutchman, his name was Johnie Verbeck
He specialized in sausange, sauerkraut and speck.
He made finest sausages that ever you did see
But one day he invented a wonderful sausage machine.
chorus:
Oh, Johnie Verbeck, How could you be so mean?
I told you you'ld be sorry for inventing that machine.
All the neighbor's cats and dogs will never more be seen
For they'll be ground to sausages in Johnie Verbeck's machine.
One day a little fat boy, came walking in the store
He bought a pound of sausages and laid them on the floor.
The boy began to whistle, and he whistled up a tune,
And all the little sausages went dancing round the room.
chorus
One day the machine got busted, the blamed thing wouldn't go,
Johnie climbed inside it, to see what made it so.
His wife she had a nightmare, and walking in her sleep
She gave that crank and awful yank and Johnie Verbeck was meat!
chorus
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Here's a story, a little bit gory,
A little bit happy, a little bit sad.
Of Lilly the Pink and her Medicinal Compound
And how it drover her to the ground.
chorus:
We'll drink a drink a drink
To Lilly the Pink the Pink the Pink
The savior of the human race.
She invented medicinal Compound,
Most efficatious in every case.
Ebeneezer, thought he was Julius Caeser,
So they put him in a home.
There they gave him Medicinal Compound
And now he's emporer of Rome!
chorus
Freddy Clinger, the opera singer
Would break a glass with his voice tis said,
Rubbed his tonsils with medicinal compound,
Now they break glasses over his head!
chorus
Johnie Hammer, had a te-te-terrible st-stammer
He could hardly say a word.
So they gave him medicinal compound
And now he's seen but never heard!
chorus
Uncle Paul, he was very small
He was the smallest man in town.
Rubbed his body with medicinal compound
And now he weighs only half a pound!
chorus
Lily died and she went to heaven,
All the church bells they did ring.
She took with her, medicnal compound
So Hark the Herald angels sing!
chorus
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Farmer Brown had some problems of his own.
He had a big yellow cat, that wouldn't leave him alone.
He tried many many times to give that cat away,
But the cat came back the very next day!
chorus:
The cat came back, the very next day.
Oh the cat came back, they thought he was a goner,
But the cat came back, he just couldn't stay away.
He gave it to a man going way out west.
Told the man to give it to the one he loved best.
First the train hit the track, then it jumped the rail,
Not a soul was left alive to tell the gruesome tale, but...
chorus
He gave it to a boy with a dollar note.
He took it up the river in his little boat.
Around his neck he tied a hundred pounds,
And now they drag the river for the little boy who drowned, but...
chorus
He gave it to a man going up in a balloon.
He told him to give it to the man in the moon.
Late that night when the balloon set down,
Not a trace of the man was ever found, but...
chorus
The man around the corner said he'd shoot that cat on sight.
He loaded up his shotgun with some nails and dynamite.
He waited and he waited for the cat to come around,
But ninety-nine pieces of the man was all they ever found, but
chorus
He gave it to a man who was the pilot of a jet.
He told him to take the cat and to keep it as a pet.
When the plane first took off, it was England bound,
But half an hour later it was crashed upon the ground, but
chorus
He tried to hangit from a tree, but it gnawed right through the line
He mailed it all around the world, but it came back every time.
He took it out into the back and stabbed it with a knife,
But when he looked upon the ground, he found he'd killed his wife, but...
chorus
The A-bomb fell just the other day.
The H-bomb fell in the very same way.
Russia went. England went, the the USA.
The humand race was destroyed, not a soul remained, but
chorus
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They built the ship Titanic,
to sail the ocean blue,
And they said it was the
ship that the sea could not break through.
It was on its maiden voyage when
an iceberg hit the ship
It was sad when the great ship went down.
chorus:
It was sad, so sad.
It was sad, so sad.
It was sad when the great ship went down
To the bottom of the sea.
Husbands and wives, little kiddies lost their lives!
It was sad when the great ship went down.
It was off the English shore 'bout a thousand miles or more
When the rich refused to associate with the poor.
So they put 'em down below, and they were the first to go.
It was sad when the great ship went down.
chorus:
Little children wept and cried as the waves broke over the side,
And the band, they played "Oh Lord with me abide,"
And the brave helped the weak as the ship began to sink,
It was sad when the great ship went down.
chorus:
The moral to be gained from this tale of woe and pain
Is that if your rich, then do not be so vain.
'Cause in the good Lord's eyes, your the same as other guys.
It was sad when the great ship went down.
chorus:
So they built another ship, called Titanic number two,
And they said it was the ship that the sea could not break through!
So they christened it with beer, and it sank right off the pier,
It was sad when the great ship went down.
chorus
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Late last night, while we were all in bed, (boom boom boom)
Old lady 'Leary lit a lantern in the shed.
And when the cow kicked it over,
She winked her eye and said
There'll be a hot time, in the old town, tonight!
Fire! Fire! Fire!
repeat three times getting softer and softer each time... then
Night late last, while bed we were all in (Moob, Moob, Moob)
Old Leary lady lit a shed in the lantern,
When the kick cowed it over,
She eyed her wink and said,
There'll be a time hot, in the town old, tonight!!!
Erif! Erif! Erif!
repeat three time getting louder each time.
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Let me tell you a story
'bout a man named Charlie
On a dark and fatefull day.
He put a dime in his pocket,
kissed his wife and his family
And he went to ride the MTA.
chorus
But will he ever return?
No! he'll never return.
For his fate is still unlearned.
He may ride forever through the streets of Boston
He's the man who never returned.
Charlie handed in his dime at the Kendall Square station
And he changed for Jamaica Plain.
When the got there the conductor told him
"One more nickel"
Charlie couldn't get off that train.
chorus
Charlie's wife goes down to the Scully Square station
Every day at quarter past two.
And through the open window she chucks Charlie a sandwich
As the train comes rumbling through
chorus
Now all night long Charlie rides through the stations
Crying "What's to become of me?"
"How can I afford to see my sister in Chelsea,
or my cousins in Roxbury?"
chorus
Now you citizens of Boston don't you think it's a scandal
How the people have to pay and pay?
Fight the fare increase!
Vote for J M Curley!
Get Charlie off the MTA
chorus
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We live for you, we die for you.
National Embalming School.
We do our best to make you rest.
National Embalming School.
And when you die, we dig a hole
And throw you in to turn to mold.
We live for you, we die for you,
National Embalming School.
Post Mortem, Post Mortem, Post Mortem.
Autopy we must go.
Post Mortem, Post Mortem, Post Mortem.
Autopy we must go.
Slash, gash, bash the body.
We must find a reason.
Oh, how the body stinks
It must be out of season.
We live for you, we die for you.
National Embalming School.
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more of a cheer. leader calls out the line and the audience repeats the last word.
In Japan, they'll understand "Konnichiwa"
And the word you're needen,
way up in Sweden is "Hej Hej"
In East Africa the thing is really,
you got to know it in Swahili "Jambo"
In Mexico, Peru or Spain,
the only way to make it plain, is "Hola"
In Chinese, its a breeze it's "Ni Hao"
You're doing fine, keep on trying,
we're gonna say it in Hawaiian "Aloha"
When you get to France take a chance, say "Salut"
Not the topic of discussion
is how to say Hello in Russian, "Zdrastvooy"
Don't worry if you haven't got it yet,
One more time and you'll never forget, "Zdrastvooy"
The word the same, when you get to Rome,
whether going away or coming home, "Ciao"
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Much like "Hole in the Ground" or "12 Days of Christmas,"
This song starts with the first verse, and builds up one more each time.
Once there was a Ford,
the prettiest little Ford that you ever did see...
The Ford was on the wheels, the wheels on the ground,
The engine in the Ford made the wheels go 'round,
Match in the gas tank, NO FORD!
On that Ford there was a Seat...
On that Seat there was a Girl...
On that Girl there was a Hat...
On that Hat there was a Feather...
On that Feather there was an elephant...
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To the tune of Camptown Races,
this is a fun song used to get under the skin of a chosen Scout.
Who's our pick for Possum Queen?
Ricky, Ricky
Who's our pick for Possum Queen?
Ricky is the one.Ricky is the one.
Ricky is the one.
Who's our pick for Possum Queen?
Ricky is the one.
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MIDI Setup
Later versions of the browsers should handle MIDI files with no problems.
For Netscape 2, you will need to add the media player as a helper application
to play the MIDI files.
To do this, go to the General Preferences selection under options,
and select the Helpers tab.
Press the Create New Type button, and when asked for MIME type,
enter audio, and for sub-type, enter x-midi.
For File Extensions, enter mid, rmi , and in the Launch the
Application selection, enter "mplayer" /play (for Windows 95, use the
quotes. I believe that for regular Windows, you don't need the quotes).
For more information, search the web for MIDI, or check out the Netscape
site for a Netscape Plugin for MIDI.
Last Updated on October 11, 1997 by
Shawn J Ashe