A Place to Stand

Give us a place to stand And a place to grow

And call this land Ontario. A place to live

For you and me With hopes as high As the tallest tree.

Give us a land of lakes and a land of snow

And we will build Ontario A place to stand, a place to grow

Ontari-ari-ari-o !

From western hills, To northern shores.

To Niagara Falls, Where the waters roar.

Give us a land of peace, Where the free winds blow. And we will build Ontario

A place to stand, a place to grow Ontari-ari-ari-o !

Alberta Hiking Song

Come away with me over hill and dale as we go hiking down the trail.

The sky’s so blue, the sun’s so bright, we will hike from morn to night.

We will hike through woods of summer green and over hills we’ve not yet seen, Around the bend through meadow and glade and rest in quiet shade.

We will come back here when we tire, to sit around the blazing fire

With a song and a tale of the day gone by.

We will sing ‘neath the starry sky..

Alouette

All: Alouette, Gentille Alouette

Alouette, Je te plumerai

Leader: Je te plumerai la tête

All: Je te plumerai la tête

Leader: Et la tête

All: Et la tête

Leader: Alouette

All: Alouette

Oh, oh, oh, oh... Alouette, Gentille Alouette

Alouette, Je te plumerai

Leader: Je te plumerai les yeux

All: Je te plumerai les yeux

Leader: Et les yeux

All: Et les yeux

Leader: Et la tête

All: Et la tête

Leader: Alouette

All: Alouette

Oh, oh, oh, oh...

Other parts: La tête - head

Les yeux - eyes

Le nez - nose

Les oreilles - ears

La bouche - mouth

Le cou - neck

Les mains - hands

Les bras - arms

Le dos - back

Les pattes - legs

Les pieds - feet Les orteilles - toes

Action: for each body part called, touch it while singing the appropriate line in the song. (source: "Canciones de Nuestra Cabana", World Association of Girl Guides and Girl Scouts, 1980; also in "The Kids'

Campfire Book", Jane Drake and Ann Love, Kids Can Press, 1996.)

Au Claire de la Lune

"Au clair de la lune,

Mon ami Pierrot,

Prête-moi ta plume

Pour écrire un mot.

Ma chandelle est morte,

Je n'ai plus de feu.

Ouvre-moi ta porte

Pour l'amour de Dieu."

Au clair de la lune,

Pierrot répondit :

"Je n'ai pas de plume,

Je suis dans mon lit.

Va chez la voisine,

Je crois qu'elle y est,

Car dans sa cuisine

On bat le briquet."

Au clair de la lune,

L'aimable Lubin;

Frappe chez la brune,

Elle répond soudain :

–Qui frappe de la sorte?

Il dit à son tour :

–Ouvrez votre porte,

Pour le Dieu d'Amour.

Au clair de la lune,

On n'y voit qu'un peu.

On chercha la plume,

On chercha du feu.

En cherchant d'la sorte,

Je n'sais c'qu'on trouva;

Mais je sais qu'la porte

Sur eux se ferma

"By the light of the moon,

My friend Pierrot,

Lend me your quill

To write a word.

My candle is dead,

I have no more fire.

Open your door for me

For the love of God."

By the light of the moon,

Pierrot replied:

"I don't have any pens,

I am in my bed

Go to the neighbor's,

I think she's there

Because in her kitchen

Someone is lighting the fire."

By the light of the moon

Likeable Lubin

Knocks on the brunette's door.

She suddenly responds:

– Who's knocking like that?

He then replies:

– Open your door

for the God of Love!

By the light of the moon

One could barely see

The pen was looked for,

The light was looked

for.

With all that looking

I don't know what was

found,

But I do know that the

door

Shut itself on them.

Ballad of the Bluenose

Well now gather 'round and I'll tell you true

'Bout the ghost of a legend and the waters she's been through

Out of Lunenburg she was born to fame

With her crew unsung, never to complain

She was lightning on the wind the Bluenose was her name

Barely one year old when she had her way

Outsailed the finest ships in Nova Scotia of the day

And the word had spread and by fall she'd be

With her mainsail high, through the wind and waves

Sailing home from Gloucester hailed the fastest of the sea

So fare thee well, now be on your way

Fare thee well with the light of day

Fare thee well through the mist and sea

Sail your way home to me

More than ninety-nine tons she displaced with ease

And she proved the greatest miracle to ever catch a breeze

But still every year she would earn her keep

Where the Grand Banks heave and the storms contrive

She would fill her hold with bounty of the deep

Well the decades glide and her prowess grew

And long the list of schooners who could never follow through

But as time drew on and with bills to pay

Sad misfortune led to the southern sea

And now her papers read, "West Indies Trading Company"

(CHORUS)

"Twas a cruel day back in forty-six

Just off the coast of Haiti was the devil playing tricks

On an unmarked reef underneath the blue

There she came to rest, lying brave and true

A thousand miles or more from where her dreams were cast anew

Then from Lunenburg down to Gloucester town

And all across the ocean to her northern fishing ground

For that one long day, yea the wind stood still

As the rigging creaked, you could feel her pain

Like a ghostly voice was echoing that Bluenose was her name

(CHORUS)

Barges

Out of my window, looking in the night I can see the barges flickering light Silently flows the river to the sea

And the barges too go silently

Chorus:

Barges, I would like to go with you

I would like to sail the ocean blue

Barges, have you treasures in your hold

Do you fight with pirates brave and bold?

Out of my window, looking in the night I can see the barges flickering light Starboard shines green and port is

glowing red

I can see them flickering far ahead

Thanks to Sarah Wishert, here's a 3rd verse of Barges:

How my heart longs to sail away with you

As you sail across the ocean blue

But I must sit beside my window dear And watch you sail away from here

Thanks to Rebecca Saint for these extra verses!

Out of my window looking in the night I can see the barges flickering light

Harbour ahead and anchorage in view

I will find my resting place with you

Away from my window on into the night

I will watch 'til they are out of sight Taking their cargo far across the sea

How I'd wish that someday they would take me

Thanks to Colleen Beaupre for this extra verse!

Out of my window looking through the night I can see the barges flickering light People are sailing far and far away

And I hope to go with them one day

Beaver Song

(actions in brackets; this song is more chanted than sung, there's no particular tune)

Beaver one, beaver all, let's all do the beaver crawl Ch ch ch, ch ch ch, ch ch ch, ch ch ch (make "beaver teeth" with fingers, move hands alternately up

and down on each "ch")

Beaver two, beaver three, let's all climb the beaver tree

Ch ch ch, ch ch ch, ch ch ch, ch ch ch (tree climbing action on each "ch")

Beaver four, beaver five, let's all do, the beaver jive

Ch ch ch, ch ch ch, ch ch ch, ch ch ch (John Travolta dance on each "ch")

Beaver six, beaver seven, let's all go to beaver heaven

Ch ch ch, ch ch ch, ch ch ch, ch ch ch (flap arms like wings on each "ch")

Beaver eight, beaver nine, STOP! It's beaver time! Ch ch ch, ch ch ch, ch ch ch, ch ch ch (spin around in circles)

Canada’s Far North

Day is done, still the sun, Shines on lakes, on the hills, and in the sky,

All is well, safely rest, God is nigh.

Canadian Boat Song

Listen to me, as when ye heard our father Sing long ago the song of other shores- Listen to me, and then in chorus gather All your deep voices as ye pull the oars; Fair these broad meads – these hoary woods are grand; But we are exiles from our father’s land. From the lone shieling of the misty island Mountains divide us, and the waste of seas – Yet still the blood is strong, the heart is the Highland, And we in dreams behold the Hebrides. Fair these broad meads – these hoary woods are grand; But we are exiles from our father’s land. We ne’er shall tread the fancy-haunted valley, Where ‘tween the dark hills creeps the small clear stream, In arms around the patriarch banner rally, Nor see the moon on royal tombstone gleam. Fair these broad meads – these hoary woods are grand; But we are exiles from our father’s land.

When the bold kindred, in the long-vanished, Conquered the soil and fortified the keep, No seer foretold the children would be banished, That a degenerate lord might boast his sheep. Fair these broad meads – these hoary woods are grand; But we are exiles from our father’s land. Come foreigner rage – let Discord burst in slaughter! O then for clansmen true, and stern claymore – -The hearts that would have given their blood like water Beat heavily beyond the Atlantic roar. Fair these broad meads – these hoary woods are grand; But we are exiles from our father’s land.

Chinese Fan

My ship sailed from China with a cargo of tea, All laden with treasures for you and for me!

They brought me a fan, just imagine my bliss, When I found myself going like this, like this....

Actions: at the end of the verse, begin waving one hand back and forth as if with an invisible fan. Repeat the song a number of times, until you are waving both hands, both legs, and your head.

Repeat one more time, ending with everyone laying in exhaustion on the floor!

(source: "Musical Fun With The Brownie Pack", Girl Guides Association, 1986; also in "Jubilee Songbook", Girl Guides

of Canada, 1971.)

Come Along with Me

Come and join the Girl Guides, And see what fun can be;

We’ll camp and sing in a campfire ring, Come along with me.

All ages join together,

To form our Sisterhood, We circle round our great big world with deeds both kind and good.

Come and join the Girl Guides,

And see what fun can be; We’ll camp and sing in a campfire ring,

Come along with me.

Let’s spread the word to others, Of what we try to be;

We’ll gladly share our friendship with everyone we see.

Come and join the Girl Guides, And see what fun can be;

We’ll camp and sing in a campfire ring, Come along with me.

Come sit around the campfire,

And join with me in a song, Just watch the love and the friendship grow as we all sing along.

Come and join the Girl Guides,

And see what fun can be; We’ll camp and sing in a campfire ring,

Come along with me.

Creina Good NIght

Good night, as the sun is setting red, Goodnight, it is time to go to bed. Now the Moon is tuck’d up with a cloudy pillow for her head.

Goodnight, Goodnight, Goodnight.

Goodnight as the sun is setting red, Goodnight it is time to go to bed. Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ‘night. Goodnight.

Dearest Friend

There are times in your life when you meet a certain someone, And you know right from the start that you will never be the same.

From the moment that I met you, I know I won’t forget you, ‘Cause you’ve touched a part of me that has no end.

I call you a friend, the sweetest thing to me.

No matter where you are, that’s what you’ll always be. And when we part, until we meet again,

I’ll hold you in my heart, my dearest friend. I’ll hold you in my heart, my dearest friend.

I’m so glad for this time that we share here with each other,

It’s a time I can recall, if I am ever feeling blue. I’ll reach out across the miles for your laughter and your smiles,

And the memory of you will see me through.

I call you a friend, the sweetest thing to me. No matter where you are, that’s what you’ll always be.

And when we part, until we meet again, I’ll hold you in my heart, my dearest friend. I’ll hold you in my heart, my dearest friend.

Donkey Riding

Chorus:

Hey ho, away we go Donkey riding, donkey riding

Hey ho, away we go Riding on a donkey

Were you ever in Quebec? Stowing timber on the deck

Where there's a king with a golden crown Riding on a donkey

Were you ever off the horn?

Where it's always fine and warm Seen the lion and the unicorn

Riding on a donkey

Were you ever in Cardiff Bay? Where the folks all shout, "Hurray!"

Here comes John with his three months pay Riding on a donkey

These last two verses are obvious add-ons to the original song.

Were you ever in Timbuktu? Where the Girl Guides dress in blue Where they come to welcome you

Riding on a donkey

Were you ever in Ottawa? Strangest place I ever saw

Where the Mounties keep the law Riding on a donkey

(source: "Girl Guide Songbook, Vol. 1", Girl Guides Association, 1984.)

En Roulant ma Boule

Chorus En roulant ma boule roulant, Rolling my ball… En roulant ma boule (2: repeat chorus) 1. Derrière chez nous y-a-t’un étang (a pond), En roulant ma boule. Trois beaux canards (ducks) s’en vont baignant (are bathing), Rouli-roulant, ma boule roulant. Chorus 2. Le fils du roi s’en va chassant, En roulant ma boule. Avec son grand fusil d’argent, Rouli-roulant, ma boule roulant. Chorus 3. Visa le noir, tua le blanc, En roulant ma boule. O, fils du roi tu es méchant, Rouli-roulant, ma boule roulant. Chorus

5. Et toutes ses plumes s’en vont au vent, Trois dames s’en vont les ramassant, En roulant ma boule. Rouli-roulant, ma boule roulant Chorus 6. C’est pour en faire un lit de camp, En roulant ma boule. Pour y coucher tous les passants, Rouli-roulant, ma boule roulant. Chorus

1. At the back of our house, there is a pond, Three lovely ducks are bathing in it.

2. The king’s son is going hunting,

With his large silver gun.

3. Aims for the black duck, kills the white, O you, the king’s song, you are bad.

4. You have killed my white duck,

Beneath his wing, he’s losing blood.

5. All of his feathers are blowing in the wind, Three ladies go about picking them up.

6. It’s to make a feather bed.

For all those who are passing by.

Farewell to Nova Scotia

Chorus:

So Farewell to Nova Scotia

Your seabound coast Let your mountains dark and dreary be

For when I am far away

On the briny ocean tossed

Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me

The sun was setting in the west The birds were singing on every tree

All nature seemed inclined to rest But still there was no rest for me

I grieve to leave my native land

I grieve to leave my comrades all And my parents whom I love so dear

And the bonny bonny lass that I do adore

The drums do beat and the wars do alarm

The Captain calls we must obey

So farewell farewell to Nova Scotia's charms

For it's early in the morning, I am far far away

I have three brothers and they are at rest

Their arms are folded on their breast While a poor simple sailor just like me

Must be tossed and driven o'er the dark blue sea

(source: "Jubilee Songbook", Girl Guides of Canada, 1971.)

For This is British Columbia

From the grandeur of the Rockies to the green Vancouver Isle,

We're proud of our Province, ev'ry inch and ev'ry mile. Her rolling hills and jagged peaks, and rivers running free.

A gift of Mother Nature for one and all to see.

Chorus For this is British Columbia

We've got so much if we can only see. A land that is still young with a future just begun

Where we can live in peace and harmony. You can walk along a sandy beach and hear the seagulls cry

Or marvel at the Douglas Fir that reaches to the sky, You can travel to the caribou where horse and cattle roam,

Or stand beside the Fraser as her mighty waters foam.

Chorus Since the frontiers of the goldrush days, we've come a long, long way,

From the pioneers who blazed the sites on which we stand today, With their newfound hope they travelled here from places far and wide,

Fo freedom and great splendour which to no one is denied.

Forty Years on an Iceburg

(actions in brackets)

Forty years on an iceberg (make #10 four times with hands) Over the ocean wide (wave motion)

Nothing to wear but pyjamas, (slide hands up body from toes to head) Nothing to do but slide (slide hands down body from head to toes)

The wind was cold and icy, (shiver, arms around body) Jack Frost began to bite (pinch neighbours) I had to hug my polar bear (hug neighbours)

To keep me warm at night, night, night, night...

(Repeat and each time hum another line instead of singing it)

Frère Jacques (Brother John)

Chorus:

Frère Jacques Frère Jacques Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous?

Sonnez les matines Sonnez les matines

Ding, ding, dong Ding, ding, dong

Are you sleeping, are you sleeping

Brother John? Brother John? Morning bells are ringing, morning bells are ringing

Ding, dang, dong. Ding, dang, dong.

(source: "Musical Fun With The Brownie Pack", Girl Guides Association, 1986.) (can be sung as a 4-part round)

Golden Prairie Song:

Many years ago they say, ‘Long came the

Hudson’s Bay,

Built their little forts along the rivers

Those forts grew and grew

And I’m telling you

They’re still growing bigger and bigger.

Chorus:

Golden Prairie Land,

Grandest mountain land

Sing for all you’re worth.

Sing ‘ cause you’re proud of it,

Right out loud with it,

Finest country on earth.

Bright blue skies above,

Home towns we dearly love.

Sing with might and main.

Golden Prairie Land,

Grandest mountain land.

Sing it again and again.

Honor to the pioneers,

Heroes of bygone years,

Built their little shacks along the rivers

They prepared the way

So we find today

We’re still growing bigger and bigger.

Come along a thousand fold,

Oil wells with liquid gold,

Gas and coal miners all along the rivers,

Pay us a friendly call

Welcome one and all

And help us grow bigger and bigger.

Ham and Eggs

Thanks very much to Linda Abbey, who emailed this song to me!

Split the participants into 2 halves. Start off quietly and get progressively louder, ending as loud as you can!

Team 1 - I LIKE MINE FRIED NICE AND BROWN (normal) Team 2 - I LIKE MINE FRIED UPSIDE DOWN (a bit louder)

Team 1 - FLIP 'EM (louder) Team 2 - FLOP 'EM (louder still)

Team 1 - FLIP 'EM (even louder still) Team 2 - FLOP 'EM (a lot louder)

Everyone - HAM AND EGGS (really loud)

Ho, Ho, Watanay (Iroquois Lullaby)

(Mohawk)

Ho, ho, Watanay

Ho, ho, Watanay

Ho, ho, Watanay

Ki-yo-ki-na

Ki-yo-ki-na

I Like the Flowers

(This song is most commonly sung in two parts, with half the group singing the "boom di-a-dahs" and the other half singing the verse, then switching.)

I like the flowers, I like the daffodils,

I like the mountains, I like the rolling hills

I like the campfire, when all the lights are low,

Chorus:

Boom di-a-dah, boom di-a-dah, Boom di-a-dah, boom di-a-dah...

(source: "Celebrate With Song", Girl Guides of Canada, 1995.)

I`se the B`y

I'se the b'y that builds the boat And I'se the b'y that sails her!

I'se the b'y that catches the fish

And takes ‘em home to Lizer.

Chorus:

Hip yer partner, Sally Tibbo! Hip yer partner, Sally Brown!

Fogo, Twillingate, Moreton's Harbour, All around the circle.

Sods and rinds to cover yer flake

Cake and tea for supper, Cod-fish in the spring o' the year

Fried in maggoty butter.

I don't want your maggoty fish, That's no good for winter,

I could buy as good as that Down in Bonavista.

I took Lizer to a dance,

And faith but she could travel And every step that she did take

Was up to her knees in gravel.

Island Hymn

Fair Island of the sea, We raise our song to thee, The bright and the blest;

Loyally now we stand As brothers, hand in hand

And sing God save the land We love the best.

Upon or princely Isle,

May kindest fortune smile In coming years;

Peace and prosperity In all her borders be, From every evil free, And weakling fears.

Prince Edward Isle, to thee Our hearts shall faithful be

Where’er we dwell; Forever may we stand

As brothers, hand in hand, And sing God save the lord

We love so well.

Itchy Flea (Flea Fly)

Flea. Flea fly.

Flea fly mosquito. Oh, no no no more mosquitoes.

Itchy itchy, scratchy scratchy, oh, I got one down my backy. Beat that big bad bug with the bug spray.

SSSSSSsssssssssss!

Here's a second version of the song, sent to me by Leslie Collins. Thanks!

(Actions: the song is sung sitting crosslegged and alternate clapping once then slapping knees once to make the beat)

Flea

Flea fly

Flea fly flow

Fista

Coomberalla coomberalla coomberalla fista

Oh no no no no navista

Eeny meeny dessimeeny oowalla-walla-meeny

Exameeny salameeny oowalla wah

Beep diddlee oppenboppen mo bo badeepin dopping

Shhhhhhhh!

(source: "The World's Best Funny Songs", Esther J. Nelson, 1988; this song is called "Flea Fly" in "The Worm Song and Other Tasty Tunes, Janet Wilson, 1993.)

(leader sings one line and everyone else sings it back)

Jack Was Every Inch a Sailor

Now, 'twas twenty-five or thirty years since Jack first saw the light. He came into this world of woe one dark and stormy night. He was born on board his father's ship as she was lying to,

'Bout twenty-five or thirty miles south-east of Bacalieu

Chorus:

Jack was ev'ry inch a sailor, Five and twenty years a whaler.

Jack was ev'ry inch a sailor; He was born upon the bright blue sea.

When Jack grew up to be a man, he went to Labrador. He fished in Indian harbour where his father fished before.

On his returning in the fog, he met a heavy gale, And Jack was swept into the sea and swallowed by a whale.

The whale went straight for Baffin's Bay 'bout ninety knots an hour,

And ev'ry time he'd blow a spray, he'd send it in a shower. "Oh, now," says Jack unto himself, "I must see what he's about."

He caught the whale all by the tail and turned him inside out.

(source: "Songs for Canadian Girl Guides", Girl Guides of Canada, 1981.)

Junior Birdsmen:

Chorus:

Up in the air junior birdman Up in the air upside down

Up in the air junior birdman Keep your noses off the ground

When you hear the grand announcement

that your wings are made of tin. Then you know that Junior Birdman,

has turned his box tops in.*

For it takes: 5 box tops, 4 bottle bottoms,

3 coupons, 2 wrappers,

and one thin dime!

B-i-r-d, B-i-r-d, B-i-r-d-m-a-n Birdman, Birdman, Birdman

Buzzzzzzzz!

* Alternate Verse When you hear the doorbell ring (buzz, buzz)

When you see the badge of tin (tin, tin) Then you know that junior birdman

Has turned his box tops in.

Land of the Silver Birch

Land of the silver birch Home of the beaver

Where still the mighty moose Wanders at will

Chorus:

Blue lake and rocky shore I will return once more

Boom did-y-ah-dah Boom did-y-ah-dah

Boom did-y-ah-dah, boom

My heart is sick for thee Here in the lowlands I will return to thee Hills of the north

Swift as a silver fish Canoe of birch bark

By mighty waterways Carry me forth

High on a rocky ledge I'll build my wigwam

Close to the water's edge Silent and still

(note: Land of the Silver Birch can be sung simultaneously with My Paddle for a fabulous effect!)

(source: "Our Chalet Songbook", Our Chalet Committee, 1981; also found in "Girl Guide Songbook, Vol. 2", Girl Guides Association, 1984 and in "Songs for Canadian Girl Guides", Girl Guides of Canada, 1981.)

Let Me Fish Off Cape St Mary’s

Chorus:

Take me back to my Western boat, Let me fish off Cape St Mary's,

Where the hogdowns sail and the foghorns wail, With my friends the Browns and the Clearys,

Let me fish off Cape St Mary's.

Let me view that rugged shore, Where the beach is all a-glisten,

With the caplin spawn where from dusk to dawn, You bait your trawl and listen,

To the undertow a-hissin'.

When I reach that last big shoal, Where the ground swells break asunder,

Where the wild sands roll to the surge's toll, Let me be a man and take it,

When my dory fails to make it.

Take me back to that snug green cove, Where the seas roll up their thunder,

There let me rest in the earth's cool breast, Where the stars shine out their wonder,

And the seas roll up their thunder.

Take me back to my Western boat, Let me fish off Cape St Mary's,

Where the hogdowns sail and the foghorns wail, With my friends the Browns and the Clearys,

Let me fish off Cape St Mary's.

Listen to the Earth

Listen to the Earth;

It's singing to me.

Hear all nature's harmony.

Waterfalls and raindrops,

Wind and sea.

Sing the song of the Earth to me.

Little Rabbit Foo Foo

Little rabbit Foo Foo, hopping through the forest, Scooping up the field mice, and bopping them on the head,

And down came the good fairy, and she said, "Little rabbit Foo Foo, I don't want to see you

Scooping up the field mice, and bopping them on the head."

"I'll give you three chances, And then I'll turn you into a goon." But the very next day... (repeat the verse)

"I'll give you two more chances, And then I'll turn you into a goon." But the very next day... (repeat the verse)

"I'll give you one more chance, And then I'll turn you into a goon." But the very next day... (repeat the verse)

"I gave you three chances, So now I'll turn you into a goon." - Zap! The moral of the story is: "Hare today; goon tomorrow."

Actions:

Little rabbit Foo Foo...: use two fingers as rabbit ears, hop your hand across in front of you

Scooping up the field mice: scoop up an invisible mouse, bop it on the head

Good fairy: wave arm as if holding a magic wand

I don't want to see you: wag index finger back and forth as "no"

My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean

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

Bring back, bring back,

Bring back my Bonnie to me, to me

Bring back, bring back, Bring back my Bonnie to me

Actions: Start the song sitting down. On the first "B" in the song, stand up. At the next "B", sit down again. Repeat throughout the song. Repeat the song a number of times, getting faster and faster!

(source: "Campfire Activities", Girl Guides of Canada, 1993.)

My Paddle

My paddle's keen and bright Flashing with silver

Follow the wild goose flight Dip, dip and swing

Dip, dip and swing her back Flashing with silver

Swift as the wild goose flies Dip, dip and swing

(note: "My Paddle" can be sung simultaneously with "Land of the Silver Birch" for a wonderful effect... start "My Paddle" a fifth higher than "Land of the Silver Birch")

(source: "Girl Guide Songbook, Vol. 1", Girl Guides Association, 1984; also found in "Songs for Canadian Girl Guides",

Girl Guides of Canada, 1981.)

New Brunswick Grace

If you want peace of mind, Leave your worries far behind, Won’t you come back with me To that land down by the sea?

Where the tall timbers grow In the valleys green below,

Reaching up to the hills of New Brunswick. With the sweet breath of spring time,

The smell of new mown hay, Leaves that turn red to gold and snow on Christmas Day.

There is a kindness to spare, You’ll be welcome to a share

Of the love and the Land of New Brunswick

NWT Guide Song

Raven, caribou, snowbird, polar bear, Guides of the North will take you there. Land of the mighty sun.

Camp in the Northern snow. Come along with us! Sing our song with us!

We’re the Guides who live in the Northwest Territories.

Raven, caribou, snowbird, polar bear, Guides of the North will take you there. We’re from Taloyoak, Aklavik and Yellowknife,

Pangnirtung, Fort Smith, Tuktoyaktuk, too. We’re the Guides who live in the Northwest Territories!

Raven, caribou, snowbird, polar bear, Guides of the North will take you there.

Up in the barren lands, Winds sweep across the plans.

Northern lights are bright, and we live life right. We’re the Guides of the Northwest Territories!

Raven, caribou, snowbird, polar bear, Guides of the North will take you there.

See how our numbers grow, As our mighty rivers flow!

Fort Liard has joined, Resolution too. We’re the Guides of the Northwest Territories!

Version One:

Old McDonald had a farm, e-i-e-i-ooh! And on that farm he had a cow, e-i-e-i-ooh! With a moo, moo here and a moo, moo there, Here a moo, there a moo, everywhere a moo, moo, Old McDonald had a farm, e-i-e-i-ooh!

Version Two:

Old McDonald had a farm, e-i-e-i-ooh! And on that farm he had a cow, e-i-e-i-ooh! With a big cow, little cow, little cow, big cow, Fat cow, thin cow, thin cow, fat cow, Old McDonald had a farm, e-i-e-i-ooh! Actions: for each verse,

make the appropriate

"big", "little", "fat" and

"thin" actions for each

animal.

Version Three:

Old McDonald had a sea (or fish) farm, e-i-e-i-ooh! And on that sea farm he had an octopus, e-i-e-i-ooh! With and arm, arm here and an arm, arm there, Here an arm, there an arm, everywhere an arm, arm, Old McDonald had a sea farm, e-i-e-i-ooh! Other Verses: crab: pinch, pinch here.... shark: jaws, jaws here.... swordfish: swish, swish here.... jellyfish: jiggle, jiggle

here....

Version Four: Many thanks to Jane Maddin and Becky Fletcher who sent me the verses I didn't know!

Old McDonald had a farm, e-i-e-i-o! And on that farm he had a tree... (switch tunes here) Where they cut down the old pine tree, TIMBER! And hauled it away to the mill, tra, la, la! Old McDonald had a farm, e-i-e-i-o! And on that farm he had a home... (switch tunes) Home, home on the range, Where they cut down the old pine tree, TIMBER! And hauled it away to the mill, tra, la, la! Old McDonald had a farm, e-i-e-i-o! And on that farm he had a dog, (switch tunes) Oh where oh where has my little dog gone? Oh where oh where can he be? He's home, home on the range, Where they cut down the old pine tree! TIMBER! and they hauled it away to the mill, tra, la, la!

Old McDonald’s Farm

Old McDonald had a farm, e-i-e-i-o! And on that farm he had a Sweetheart... (switch tunes) Let me call you sweetheart, I'm in love with you, Let me hear you whisper, Oh where oh where has my little dog gone, Oh where oh where can he be? He's home, home on the range, Where they cut down the old pine tree, TIMBER! And they hauled it away to the mill, tra, la, la! Old McDonald had a farm, e, i, e, i, o! And on this farm he had a car, (switch tunes) See the U-S-A in your Chevrolet America is asking you to... Let me call you sweetheart, I'm in love with you. Let me hear you whisper.. Oh where, oh where has my little dog gone? Oh where, oh where can he be? He's... Home, home on the range. Where they cut down the ol' pine tree, TIMBER! And they hauled it away to the mill. tra, la, la!

Ooh Ka Lay La

Oo ka lay la (echo)

A perry ticky tumba (echo)

A muzza muzza muzza (echo)

Oo walla way alla wall la way (echo)

Percy the Pale-Faced Polar Bear:

Way up in the land of ice and snow Where the temperature drops to forty below

There’s a bear that we all know

Percy the pale-faced polar bear

Sleeps at day and then at night He catches his fish by the pale moonlight

He has no worries, he has no cares

He’s Percy the pale-faced polar bear!

Rain Song

This is a Navajo prayer for rain. The tapping rhythm accompanies on the first section, and is very soft. It is made up by two beats on the thigh, then a triplet, and one beat, tapped by two fingers on the opposite palm. At the end of the song, after a moment’s silence, the rain is heard. Sit in a circle, with a leader in the middle. The leader will walk around the circle at a slow pace, and on every lap they will change the actions. Do not change actions until the leader passes you doing something new. The actions commence with rubbing palms together. The next lap is a light clap, created by tapping two fingers of one hand against the other palm. The next lap is snapping with both hands. The fourth lap is loud applause. The fifth is stomping of the feet. The sixth lap is, once again thunderous applause. The seventh is snapping with both hands, following then by the light finger clap, and then by rubbing hands together. The leader will then walk by doing nothing, an absolute silence. In a large group, this sounds like a rainstorm coming in, and then blowing out.

Remember Me

Come and take my hand See the horizon in the open air, see the treetops way up there,

Because we talk the way we do, I know I’ve found a friend, Oh I will remember you.

When the summer’s gone, we’ll have to move on

But we’ll smile again, as we listen to the rain, Tell ev’rything you want to, All your whole life through,

Just promise you’ll remember me.

Singing to a gultar, At Doe Lake campfire,

I think it’s nice to know that so many years ago, There were people here like you and me,

Gazing at the stars, Saying promise you’ll remember me.

As we watch the days come and go,

I feel that you know all the things we’ve shared, We’ll remember way out there,

As we travel far and back again, And touch the open sky, Remember me, my friend

Barges

Out of my window, looking in the night I can see the barges flickering light Silently flows the river to the sea

And the barges too go silently

Chorus:

Barges, I would like to go with you

I would like to sail the ocean blue

Barges, have you treasures in your hold

Do you fight with pirates brave and bold?

Out of my window, looking in the night I can see the barges flickering light Starboard shines green and port is glowing red

I can see them flickering far ahead

Thanks to Sarah Wishert, here's a 3rd verse of Barges:

How my heart longs to sail away with you

As you sail across the ocean blue

But I must sit beside my window dear And watch you sail away from here

Thanks to Rebecca Saint for these extra verses!

Out of my window looking in the night I can see the barges flickering light Harbour ahead and anchorage in view

I will find my resting place with you

Away from my window on into the night I will watch 'til they are out of sight Taking their cargo far across the sea

How I'd wish that someday they would take me

Thanks to Colleen Beaupre for this extra verse!

Out of my window looking through the night I can see the barges flickering light People are sailing far and far away

And I hope to go with them one day

Song of the North

I go where I please, And yet on the breeze

Comes the Song of the North calling me!

A weird flashing sky Hums night’s lullaby;

Hums the Song of the North haunting me!

A rainbow curving over the sea, The sun’s glow, sharing midnight with me;

They’ve all cast their spell And clear as a bell.

There’s a Song of the North calling me!

Spirit of the North

I go where I please, And yet on the breeze

Comes the Song of the North calling me!

A weird flashing sky Hums night’s lullaby;

Hums the Song of the North haunting me!

A rainbow curving over the sea, The sun’s glow, sharing midnight with me;

They’ve all cast their spell And clear as a bell.

There’s a Song of the North calling me!

Squid Jiggin`Ground

Oh! this is the place where the fishermen gather, With oilskins and boots, and Cape Anns battened down

All sizes of figures with squid lines and jiggers, They congregate here on the squid jiggin' ground.

Some are workin' their jiggers while others are yarnin' There's some standin' up and some more lyin' down,

While all kinds of fun, jokes and tricks are begun

As they wait for the squid on the squid jiggin' ground.

Holy Smoke! what a bustle; all hands are excited. It's a wonder to me that nobody is drowned.

There's a bustle, confusion, a wonderful hussle; They're all jiggin' squid on the squid jiggin' ground.

There's poor Uncle Billy, his whiskers are spattered

With spots of the squid juice that's flyin' around. One poor little boy got it right in the eye;

But they don't care a hang on the squid-jiggin' ground.

Now if you ever feel inclined to go squiddin', Leave your white shirts and collars behind in the town,

And if you get cranky without a silk hanky, You'd better steer clear of the squid jiggin' ground.

(source: "Girl Guide Songbook, Vol. 1", Girl Guides Association, 1984; also in "Songs for Canadian Girl Guides",

Girl Guides of Canada, 1981.)

Swimming Hole

Swimming, swimming in my swimming pool When days are hot when days are cold, in my swimming pool

Breast-stroke, side-stroke, fancy diving too. Don't you wish you never had anything else to do, but....

Actions:

Swimming, swimming: swimming action

In my swimming pool: trace outline of pool Days are hot: wipe hand across forehead

Days are cold: shiver Breast-stroke: do the breaststroke

Side-stroke: do the sidestroke

Fancy diving: dive action

Repeat the song a number of times, leaving out each of the above lines one at a time but still doing the actions. The last verse should be all actions and no singing!

(Source: there is a similar song called "Swimming Hole" in "The Kids' Campfire Book", Jane Drake and Ann Love, Kids

Can Press, 1996, also in "Campfire Activities", Girl Guides of Canada, 1993.)

Tall Trees

Tall trees that reach the sky

Mountains and lakes nearby

Draw near, my friends, come sing, my friends

Our campfire time is nigh

(source: "Diamond Jubilee Songbook", Girl Guides Association, 1984.)

(Can also be sung as a 4-part round)

The Bear Song

The other day

I met a bear A great big bear

Away out there! (repeat)

He looked at me

I looked at him

He sized up me

I sized up him! (repeat)

He said to me

"Why don't you run?

I see you ain't Got any gun!" (repeat)

And so I ran

Away from there

But right behind

Me was that bear! (repeat)

Ahead of me

There was a tree

A great big tree

Oh, glory be! (repeat)

The nearest branch

Was ten feet up

I'd have to jump

And trust my luck! (repeat)

And so I jumped

Into the air But I missed that branch

Away up there! (repeat)

Now don't you fret Now don't you frown

'Cause I caught that branch

And so I jumped

Into the air But I missed that branch

Away up there! (repeat)

Now don't you fret Now don't you frown

'Cause I caught that branch

On the way back down! (repeat)

That is the end

There ain't no more

Unless I meet That bear once more! (repeat)

And so I met

That bear once more

Now he's a rug

On my bedroom floor! (repeat)

The Happy Wanderer

Chorus:

Val-der-ri, val-der-ra Val-der-ri, val-der-ra ra ra ra ra ra

Val-der-ri, val-der-ra (sing the last line of the verse)

I love to go a-wandering Along the mountain track And as I go, I love to sing 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 wave my hat to all I meet And they wave back at me

And blackbirds call so loud and clear From every greenwood tree

Oh, may I go a-wandering

Until the day I die And may I always laugh and sing

Beneath God's clear blue sky

(source: "Jubilee Songbook", Girl Guides of Canada, 1971.)

The Land of New Brunswick

If you want peace of mind, leave your worries far behind. Won’t you come back with me to that land down by the sea.

Where the tall timbers, in the valleys green below, Reaching up to the hills of New Brunswick.

With the sweet breath of springtime, the smell of new mown hay,

Leaves that turn to red and gold and snow on Christmas Day. There is kindness to spare, you’ll be welcome to a share

Of the love and the Land of New Brunswick

The Moose Song

Version Two:

There was a great big moose

Who liked to drink a lot of juice

There was a great big moose

Who liked to drink a lot of juice

Chorus:

Way-oh, way-oh

Way-oh way-oh way-oh way-oh

Way-oh, way-oh! Way-oh way-oh way-oh way-oh

The moose's name was Fred

He liked to drink his juice in bed

The moose's name was Fred

He liked to drink his juice in bed

He drank his juce with care

But he spilt it in his hair He drank his juice with care

But he spilt it in his hair

Now there's a sticky moose

Full of juice... On the loose...

(leader sings a line, everyone repeats)

There was a big moose

Who liked to drink juice

Chorus:

Singing whoa-oh-oh-oh

Whao whao whao

Oh! Oh! Whao whao whao!

Now the moose's name was Fred

He liked to drink his juice in bed

Now he drank his juice with care

But he spilt it in his hair

Now he's a sticky moose

He's a moose full of juice

The Red River

'Tis a long time that I have been waiting

For the words that you never would say,

But today, my last hope, it has vanished

For they say you are going away.

Chorus:

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 girl that has loved you so true.

From our plains, I knew you would be going.

I shall miss your bright eyes and your smile,

For from me, you are taking the sunshine

That has brightened my path for awhile.

Often think of the Red River Valley,

Very lonely and sad shall I be.

Do remember the heart you are breaking.

Promise you will be faithful to me.

When you sail far across the wide ocean,

May you never forget those bright hours

That we spent on the banks of the river

In the evening among prairie flowers.

(source: "Songs for Canadian Girl Guides", Girl Guides of Canada, 1981.)

The Saskatchewan Song

Saskatchewan, Saskatchewan, There's no place like Saskatchewan We sit and gaze across the plains And wonder why it never rains And Gabriel blows his trumpet sound, He says, "The rain, she's gone around." 1. Saskatchewan, the land of snow Where winds are always on the blow And [where] people sit with frozen toes And why we stay here, no-one knows.

Saskatchewan, Saskatchewan, There's no place like Saskatchewan We sit and gaze across the plains And wonder why it never rains And Gabriel blows his trumpet sound, He says, "The rain, she's gone around."

2. Our pigs are dying on their feet Because they have no food [feed] to eat Our horses, though of bronco race Starvation stares them in the face.

Saskatchewan, Saskatchewan, There's no place like Saskatchewan We sit and gaze across the plains And wonder why it never rains And Gabriel blows his trumpet sound, He says, "The rain, she's gone around." 3. The milk from cows has ceased to flow We had to ship them ['em] east, you know Our hens are old, they [and] lay no eggs Our turkeys eat grasshopper legs.

Saskatchewan, Saskatchewan, There's no place like Saskatchewan We sit and gaze across the plains And wonder why it never rains And Gabriel blows his trumpet sound, He says, "The rain, she's gone around."

4. But still we love Saskatchewan, We're proud to say we're natives ones So count your blessings, drop by drop - Next year we'll have a bumper crop!

There Ain’t no Flies on Us

There ain't no flies on us! There ain't no flies on us!

There may be flies on some of you guys, But there ain't no flies on us!

Other group will respond with :

Oh yeah??

There ain't no flies on us! There ain't no flies on us!

There may be flies on some of you guys, But there ain't no flies on us!

These verses can be changed to make it more difficult, i.e. skunks on some of you punks...

There’s a Hole in My Bucket

Liza: Henry! Fetch me some water!

Henry: There's a hole in my bucket dear Liza, dear Liza

There's a hole in my bucket dear Liza, a hole.

Liza: Well, fix it dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry, Well, fix it dear Henry, dear Henry, fix it.

Henry: With what shall I fix it ...

Liza: With a straw dear Henry ... Henry: The straw is too long ... Liza: Well, cut it dear Henry ...

Henry: With what shall I cut it ... Liza: With an axe dear Henry ...

Henry: The axe is too dull dear Liza ... Liza: Well, sharpen it dear Henry ...

Henry: With what shall I sharpen it ... Liza: With a stone dear Henry ...

Henry: The stone is too dry dear Liza ... Liza: Well, wet it dear Henry ...

Henry: With what shall I wet it ... Liza: With water dear Henry ... Henry: In what shall I fetch it ... Liza: In a bucket dear Henry ...

Henry: There's a hole in my bucket, dear Liza ...

(source: "The Worm Song and Other Tasty Tunes", Janet Wilson, 1993.; also found in "The Kids' Campfire Book", Jane Drake and Ann Love, Kids Can Press, 1996.)

Time With You

I can see the open fields, the tall grass blowin’ wild. I can feel the wind in my face, hear the laughter of a child.

I can touch the sunlight waters, and the early morning dew.

You are such a friendly Manitoba, I’ll spend my time with you. I’ll spend my time with you. I’ll spend my time with you.

You are such a friendly Manitoba, I’ll spend my time with you.

I can find a forest trail, and follow a silent stream. I can sit alone on the bank, reflecting on a dream,

I can skip a skipping stone, or even catch a fish or two.

You are such a friendly Manitoba, I’ll spend my time with you. I’ll spend my time with you. I’ll spend my time with you.

You are such a friendly Manitoba, I’ll spend my time with you.

I have found your treasures rare, I’m richer than any king. I have found a friend in you. You really want me to sing.

I have found wherever I go, that it’s my point of view.

You are such a friendly Manitoba, I’ll spend my time with you. I’ll spend my time with you. I’ll spend my time with you.

You are such a friendly Manitoba, I’ll spend my time with you.

Waltz of the Yukon

The Waltz of the Yukon blows through the trees, Listen to the music of the wind in the leaves.

It tells of the beauty as it blows across the land, The Waltz of the Yukon played by nature’s own hand.

It whispers the beauty of the lakes and the streams,

So touched by the richness of the blues and the greens, It tells of the secret that northern lights hold,

The Waltz of the Yukon they’re dancing I’m told.

The Waltz of the Yukon blows through the trees, Listen to the music of the wind in the leaves.

It tells of the beauty as it blows across the land, The Waltz of the Yukon played by nature’s own hand.

It tells of the beauty of the crystal white snow,

It tells how the starlight sets the heavens aglow, It tells of the beauty as it blows across the land,

The Waltz of the Yukon played by nature’s own hand.

The Waltz of the Yukon blows through the trees, Listen to the music of the wind in the leaves.

It tells of the beauty as it blows across the land, The Waltz of the Yukon played by nature’s own hand.

Western Grace

Praise for the mountains, grass, plains and woodlands, For all things fair that are made by Thy hand.

Thy bounty feeding, Thy spirit leading, Thy love exceeding, wondrous and grand.

Windows

Open your window and look outside, What in the world will you find?

Love and friendship and peace of mind, If only you’ll take the time.

Oh windows, oh windows Give your dreams a start. Oh windows, oh windows, The windows of your heart.

There is a friend who is waiting there.

Won’t you reach out your hand? Both can walk through the fields of life,

And by the valleys stand.

Oh windows, oh windows Give your dreams a start. Oh windows, oh windows, The windows of your heart.

Wood Smoke Song

With the scent of woodsmoke drifting on the air

And the glow of firelight we always love to share

Visions of camp-fires all return

And as the logs flame up and burn

We dream of bygone campfires and long for those to come.

Tongues of yellow fire flickering up on high

Reaching twisting fingers up to a starlit sky

Voices recall songs old and new

Songs once dear to our fathers too

Who dreamed of bygone campfires and longed for those to come.

Gently dying embers cast a rosy glow

Voices slowly sinking to tones so soft and low

Slowly upon the still night air

Fall faithful voices hushed in prayer

That dream of bygone campfires and long for those to come.