Campfire Song Book (PDF) - Halifax Ukulele Gang (HUG)

SCOUTING AND CAMPFIRE SONGS PAGE 82 OF 124
SCOUTING AND CAMPFIRE SONGS PAGE 43 OF 124
ROW, ROW, ROW
DH
D
Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
A7 D
Life is but a dream.
Variation 1:
Leave off last word
Variation 2:
Combine with "Are you sleeping" and "Three blind mice"
Other Verses:
Row row row your boat gently down the stream
Ha Ha fooled you, I'm a submarine.
Row row row your boat gently down the stream
Push the teacher overboard, listen to her scream AAAHHH!
Soap soap soap and towel, soap and water please
Busily busily busily busily, scrub your dirty knees.
Brush, brush, brush your teeth, morning noon and night
See your dentist twice a year and you will be all right.
Hang, hang, hang your coat, Don't leave it on the floor
Tripping over heaps of clothes can really be a bore.
(A Beaver verse)
Chop, chop, chop the tree, Build your little dam,
Share, share, share the work, Help us if you can.
HOME ON THE RANGE
DGHK
D G
Oh give me a home where the buffalo roam,
D A7
Where the deer and the antelope play,
D D7 G
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
D B7 D
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
A7 D
Home, home on the range,
B7
Where the deer and the antelope play,
D D7 G
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
D A7 D
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
Where the air is so pure, and the zephyrs so free,
The breezes so balmy and light,
That I would not exchange my home on the range,
For all of the cities so bright.
How often at night when the heavens are bright,
With the light from the glittering stars,
Have I stood there amazed and asked as I gazed,
If their glory exceeds that of ours.
Oh, I love these wild flowers in this dear land of ours,
The curlew I love to hear cry,
And I love the white rocks and the antelope flocks,
That graze on the mountain slopes high.
Oh give me a land where the bright diamond sand,
Flows leisurely down in the stream;
Where the graceful white swan goes gliding along,
Like a maid in a heavenly dream.
Then I would not exchange my home on the range,
Where the deer and the antelope play;
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.