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FOLK SONGS


Aitken Drum

There came a man to our town

To our town to our town

There came a man to our town and his name was Aitken Drum


And he played upon a ladle a ladle a ladle

And he played upon a ladle

And his name was Aitken Drum
And his hat was made of good roast beef etc

And his buttons were made of bread rolls etc

And his hair was made of spaghetti…etc

(This is a Scottish Song)
Alice the Camel

Alice the camel has * 5 humps

Alice the camel has * 5 humps

Alice the camel has * 5 humps

So go Alice go ba dum dum dum
Alice the camel has * 4 humps

Alice the camel has * 4 humps

Alice the camel has * 4 humps

So go Alice go ba dum dum dum


Alice the camel has * 0 humps

Alice the camel has * 0 humps

Alice the camel has * 0 humps

So Alice the Camel is a horse


Allouette

Allouette gentille Allouette

Allouette, je te plumerai.
Je te plumerai la tête

Je te plumerai la tête

A la tête

A la tête

Allouette
Allouette gentille Allouette

Allouette, je te plumerai.


Je te plumerai le cou

Je te plumerai le cou

Et le cou

Et le coux

A la tête

A la tête

Allouette etc

(This is a French Canadian song)

An Austrian Went Yodelling

Oh an Austrian went yodeling on a mountain so high

When along came a Guernsey cow interrupted his cry

YOOOOO


Yodeleyhateea

Yodeleyhateea Moo

Yodeleyhateea

Yodeleyhateea Moo

Etc
And so on adding:

When along came ….a pretty girl kissing

.her boyfriend growling

.her father shooting

.a rescue dog panting

.an avalanche collapsing (complete silence)


Animal Fair

I went to the animal Fair

The birds and the beasts were there

The big baboon by the light of the moon

Was combing his auburn hair;

The monkey fell out of his bunk

And slid down the elephants trunk

The elephant sneezed and fell on his knees

And what became of the monkey monkey monkey etc
Split the group into 2. One half keeps singing ‘monkey’ while the other half returns to the beginning of the song…then swap!

A ram sam sam

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

Aunty Mary

Auntie Mary had a canary


Up the leg of her drawers
She Pulled the string and made it sing
And down came Santa Claus
Auntie Mary had a canary
By the side of her bed
She Pulled the string and made it sing
And now the canary is dead.

Aunty Monica

Oh I have an Auntie, an auntie Monika

And when she goes out shopping they all say ‘oo la la’

Because her feathers swinging the feathers swinging so

And so the feathers swinging the feathers swinging so

Oh I have an Auntie, an auntie Monika

And when she goes out shopping they all say ‘oo la la’

Because the hat is swinging, the hat is swinging so

Because the hat is swinging, the hat is swinging so


Because her feathers swinging the feathers swinging so

And so the feathers swinging the feathers swinging so


(And so on with muff, skirt, and adding an action for each!!)

Baby Bumble Bee

I’m picking up my baby bumble bee

Won’t my mummy be surprised at me

Picking up my baby bumble bee


I’m stroking my baby bumble bee

Won’t my mummy be surprised at me

Stroking my baby bumble bee
Ow! the bumble bee stung me

Won’t my mummy be surprised at me

Ow! the bumble bee stung me
I’m squishing up my baby bumble bee

Won’t my mummy be surprised at me

Squishing up my baby bumble bee
I’m licking up my baby bumble bee

Won’t my mummy be surprised at me

Licking up my baby bumble bee
I’m sicking up my baby bumble bee

Won’t my mummy be surprised at me

Sicking up my baby bumble bee
I’m mopping up my baby bumble bee

Won’t my mummy be surprised at me

Mopping up my baby bumble bee
With actions!

The Bear Went over the Mountain

Oh the bear went over the mountain

the bear went over the mountain

the bear went over the mountain

To see what he could see
And all that he could see

And all that he could see

Was the other side of the mountain

The other side of the mountain

The other side of the mountain

Was all that he could see.


Black Socks

Black socks they never get dirty

The longer you wear them the stronger they get

Sometimes I think I should wash them

But then a voice says to me

‘Don’t bother yet, not yet, not yet, not yet, not yet

This song can be sung using staggered entries coming in every 2 notes…almost limitless.

Boots of shining leather

If you dance then you must have boots of shining leather,

Money in your pocket book,

In your cap a feather.

But if you would sing with me, you don’t need a cent you’ll see.

So come and sing together.

If you dance then you must have boots of shining leather.
If you’d wed a pretty girl that will cost you money.

She will want a hundred things, rainy days or sunny.

But if you would sing with me, you don’t need a cent you’ll see

So come and sing together.

If you wed a pretty girl that will cost you money.
If you’d wed a handsome lad,

Hasten do not tarry.

You can steal his heart away,

And you one day he’ll marry.



A capital ship

(Charles Edward Carryl)


A capital ship for an ocean trip
Was the "Walloping Window Blind"
No wind that blew dismayed her crew
Or troubled the captain's mind
The man at the wheel was made to feel
Contempt for the wildest blow-ow-ow
Tho' it oft appeared when the gale had cleared
That he'd been in his bunk below

So, blow ye winds, heigh-ho


A-roving I will go
I'll stay no more on England's shore
So let the music play-ay-ay
I'm off for the morning train
To cross the raging main
I'm off to my love with a boxing glove
10,000 miles away

The bos'un's mate was very sedate


Yet fond of amusement too
He played hop-scotch with the starboard watch
While the captain tickled the crew
The gunner he was apparently mad

For he sat on the after ra-ra-rail

And fired salutes with the captain's boots
In the teeth of a booming gale

The captain sat on the commodore's hat


And dined in a royal way
Off pickles & figs & little roast pigs
And gunners bread each day
The cook was Dutch and behaved as such
For the diet he served the crew-ew-ew
Was a couple of tons of hot-cross buns
Served up with sugar and glue

Then we all fell ill as mariners will


On a diet that's rough and crude
And we shivered and shook as we dipped the cook
In a tub of his gluesome food
All nautical pride we cast aside
And we ran the vessel asho-o-ore
On the Gulliby Isles where the poopoo smiles
And the rubbily ubdugs roar

Composed of sand was that favored land


And trimmed with cinnamon straws
And pink and blue was the pleasing hue
Of the ticke-toe teaser's claws
We sat on the edge of a sandy ledge
And shot at the whistling bee-ee-ee
While the rugabug bats wore waterproof hats
As they dipped in the shining sea

On rugabug bark from dawn till dark


We dined till we all had grown
Uncommonly shrunk when a Chinese junk
Came up from the Torrible Zone
She was stubby and square, but we didn't much care
So we cherrily put to sea-ea-ea
And we left all the crew of the junk to chew
On the bark of the rubabug tree

Clementine

In a cavern, in a canyon


Excavating for a mine
Lived a miner forty-niner
And his daughter, Clementine

Chorus

Oh, my darling, oh, my darling


Oh, my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever

Dreadful sorry, Clementine

Light she was and like a fairy

And her shoes were number nine
Herring boxes without topses
Sandals were for Clementine

Chorus

Drove her ducklings to the water


Every morning just at nine
Hit her foot against a splinter
Fell into the foaming brine

Chorus

Ruby lips above the water


Blowing bubbles soft and fine
But, alas, she was no swimmer
So I lost my Clementine

Chorus

Then the miner, forty-niner


Soon began to peak and pine
Thought he oughta join his daughter
Now he's with his Clementine


Chorus
There's a churchyard on the hillside
Where the flowers grow and twine
There grow roses, ‘mongst the posies
Fertilized by Clementine

Chorus

In my dreams she still doth haunt me


Robed in garments soaked in brine
Though in life I used to hug her
Now she's dead, I draw the line

Chorus

Now you kids [or Scouts] may learn the moral


Of this little tale of mine
Artificial respiration
Would have saved my Clementine

Chorus

How I missed her, how I missed her


How I missed my Clementine
Till I kissed her little sister
And forgot my Clementine

Chorus




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