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The Canadian version of "This Land is Your Land"

Relight my fire

"Barges." I can't remember all the words now, though. I like "The Circle Game," too. "Puff the Magic Dragon" always used to make me cry, at the part where Jackie Paper dies. At one camp, when I was a CIT, I never let them sing it when we were at campfire, but the last night they did it just to torment me.

Noooo... it's bigbillybotendotenbobobodeetendaatenchooooo!

I don't really have a favourite, in that I'm not sure what constitutes a "campfire" song. The last time I sang around the campfire, it was on a road trip to Alaska I did with one of my buddies, back in '95. We were camping in this government campsite in the middle of a forest fire. The campsite was completely burned, so they had signs up saying "No Charge". The only other people there were a Swiss couple who were canoeing down the Yukon River, they had just caught a big fish, and we had beer, so we shared around the campfire. We just sort of spontaneously started singing "Dirty Old Town" and then "Sounds of Silence". It was fun. Around midnight, the sun dipped below the horizon for a couple of hours of twilight.

American Pie is good. Jet Plane is also good. Wheat Kings is better.

The House of the Rising Sun, or any Indigo Girls song. My SO plays guitar so we sing a lot.

We bring acoustics and play our own material.

I haven't got one.

Late last night when we were all in bed..
old miss dumplin left her lantern in the shed
and then the cow kicked it over,
she winked her eye and said
it'll be a hot time, in the old town
tonight...
fire, fire, fire...*whispers*
Late last night when we were all in bed..
old miss dumplin left her lantern in the shed
and then the cow kicked it over,
she winked her eye and said
it'll be a hot time, in the old town
tonight...
FIRE, FIRE, FIRE!!! *screaming at the top of your lungs*

The original song was sung by Canadian soldiers during WWII:

They told me in the Army, the girls are mighty fine
You ask for Betty Grable, they give you Frankenstein
Oh, I don't want no more of army life
Gee, ma, I want to go
Back to Ontario
Gee, ma, I want to go home!
They told me in the Army, the food is mighty fine
A pea rolled off the table and killed a friend of mine.

They told me in the Army, the drink is mighty fine
You order up a whisky, they serve ya turpentine!

They told me in the Army, they love ta sing and dance
But no one said thoze Nazis would shoot me in the pants!

Gee Mom, I wanna go
Back where the toilets flow
Gee Mom, I wanna go home

They say that in the army, the beds are mighty fine
You wake up in the morning with wrinkles down your spine!

They say that in the army, the cocoa's mighty fine
It's swell for cuts and bruises, and tastes like iodine!

They say that in the army, the porridge is mighty fine
You save a little extra and give your shoes a shine!

They say that in the army, the tents are mighty fine
They're made to sleep five in them, we usually squeeze in nine!

They say that in the army, the leaders are might fine
They wake you up at seven and then sleep in 'till nine!

They say that in the army, the toilets are so fine
You flush it down at seven, it comes back up at nine!

They say that in the army, the tents are waterproof
You wake up in the morning, you're floating on the roof!

The nurse that they have here, they say she's mighty fine
But when I broke my finger, she broke the other nine!

Oh I don't want no more of army life
Gee ma, I wanna go
back to Ontario
Gee ma, I wanna go
Hooooome!

They sang aversion of this on mash once.

I haven't heard that one since I was ten!

D'r botst 'n hottentot op onzen oto goddomme

Don't you just love it?!

I know a weanie man
He owns a weanie stand
He sells most anything
from hotdogs on down
Someday I'll join his life
I'll be his weanie wife
Hotdog! I love the Weanie man.

weanie weanie weanie on a bun bun bun add some mustard too....

Well, just plant a watermelon right on my grave and let the juice slurp through
Just plant a watermelon right on my grave that's all I ask of you
Now Southern fried chicken might taste mighty fine
But nothing tastes better than a watermelon rind
So plant a watermelon right on my grave and let the juice slurp through...
C'mon baby let the juice slurp through uh huh sock it to me let it all hang out amen brother Ben shot a rooster for his hen all right uptight everythings outta sight UH!


I realize now...as a grown up person...that this could be considered a racial slur of a diddy...

Show me the way to go home
I'm tired and I wanna go to bed
'cause I had a little drink about an hour ago
and it's gone right to my head

The on that goes 'there's a hole in the bog...' I suppose

Jimi Hendrix playing in the back ground, two of the Bob's.......Floyd........my boyfriend singing & playing guitar.
But these dont really count do they?

I have lots - most of them are rounds. Here's a partial list:
Barges
Swingin' Along (the Open Road)
Tina singu
Dona nobis pacem
Come follow (to the greenwood)
White coral bells
One bottle of pop, two bottles of pop
When will this hike be over?

Were giving you, were giving you our love. Just like a message, a message from above.

and

Were doing it for your massive, were doing it for your crew, were doing it to make you skip and dance like a kangaroo.

and

Were lovin' it lovin' it lovin' it, were lovin' it ah yeah, sounds of the Ramsey 'n Fenn are going to make you rock and dance till you drop.

(lyrics from a top garage MC)

Um ... if you say so. Sounds like we've got a good grip of the English language, huh??

Camp Granada.
Hello Mudda, hello Fadda, here I am at Camp Granada.
Camp is very entertaining, and they say we'll have some fun if it stops raining.

I went hiking with Joe Spivy; he developed poison ivy.
You remember Leornard Skinner; he got ptomain poisoning last night after dinner.

All the counselors hate the waiters, and the lake has alligators.
And the head coach wants no sissies, so he reads to us from something called "Ulysses".

Now I don't want this to scare ya, but my bunk mate has malaria.
You remember Jeffrey Hardy, they're about to organize a searching party.

Take me home, oh Mudda, Fadda!! Take me home, I hate Granada!!
Don't leave me out in the forest, where I might get eaten by a bear.

Take me home, I promise I will not make noise,
Or mess the house with other boys.
Oh, please don't make me stay - I've been here one WHOLE DAY!!

Dearest Father, darling Mother, how's my precious little brother?
Let me come home if you miss me, I would even let Aunt Bertha hug & kiss me.

Wait a minute-its stopped hailing. Guys are swimming, gals are sailing
Playing baseball, gee that's better!!
Mudda, Fadda, kindly disregard this letter!!

tourniquet

that's one of mine too....

Tourniquet

she's made of hair and bone and little teeth
and things I cannot speak
she comes on like a crippled plaything
spine is just a string
I wrapped our love in all this foil
silver-tight like spider legs
I never wanted it to ever spoil
but flies will always lay their eggs

take your hatred out on me
make your victim my head
you never ever believed in me
I am your tourniquet

prosthetic synthesis with butterfly
sealed up with virgin stitch
if it hurts, just tell me
preserve the innocence
I never wanted it to end this way
but flies will lay their eggs

take your hatred out on me
make your victim my head
you never ever believed in me
I am your tourniquet

I don't really have one.

With a little bit of luck we'll make it through the night.

Campfire song????? I never sung by the campfire...

Maggalina Haggalina (sp?)
& the green grass grew all around
Down by the bay
Going on a bear hunt...

(can you tell I was a CIT?)

I'm supposed to have a favourite? I hardly know any! The only ones I know are:

"You'll never go to heaven
No you'll never get to heaven
In [improvised object]
In [improvised object]
Because [improvised object]
Because [improvised object}
[Problem with object that rhymes with it]"
eg.
"You'll never go to heaven,
No you'll never go to heaven,
In Biggles' plane,
In Biggles' plane,
Because Bigles' plane,
Because Biggles' plane,
Went down the drain,
Went down the drain."


It has a chorus which I can't remember then another verse which has the same structure but a different object.....

"One bottle o' pop
Two bottle o' pop,
Three bottle o' pop,
Four bottle o' pop,
Five bottle o' pop,
Six bottle o' pop,
Seven bottle o' pop,
Pop!

Don't chuck your muck in my back yard,
My back yard, my back yard.
Don't chuck your muck in my back yard.
My back yard's full.

Fish, chips and vinegar, vinegar, vinegar.
Fish, chips and vinegar, pepper, pepper, pepper pot."

Those three verses are sung in canon (sp? is that what I mean?)

We used to sing "On Ilkley Moor b'ha t'at"(sp?) round the camp fire too. But I've not sung that for ages. Does anyone remember the words? Can anyone correct my awful spelling? I'm supposed to be a Yorkshire lass!

I never went camping in my entire life. Yeah, I know, I am just 14 years old, but my all friends did.