Troop 12 Berkeley Ashton's Marching Song:

Birdie, Birdie in the sky, why you do that in my eye.
Sound Off 1,2; Sound Off 3,4;
Bring it on down 1,2,3,4: (Louder) 1,2,-- 3,4.

We're the troop that camps in rain, We've got more brawn than we've got brain.
Sound off 1,2,; Sound Off 3,4,;
Bring it on Down 1,2,3,4; (Louder) 12,--3,4.

We're Troop 12 we can't be beat, Hear the slush of our wet feet.
Sound Off 1,2,; Sound Off 3,4; Bring it on Down 1,2,3,4,
(Louder) 1,2,--3,4.

Mr. Martin is so mean, We've just peed in his canteen.
Sound Off 1,2; Sound Off 3,4; Bring it on Down 1,2,3,4; (Louder) 1,2,--3,4

We're the troop that camps in snow, Minus 20 and below. Sound Off 1,2; Sound Off 3,4; Bring it on Down,, 1,2,3,4;(Louder) 1,2,--3,4.

We're the troop that's brave and bold, Holy cow it's really cold. Sound Off 1,2; Sound Off 3,4; Bring it on Down; 1,2,3,4; (Louder) 1,2,--3,4.

Counts Cadence to left, Cadence counts, Cadence GO! 1. (Troop) "Can hear you" (SPL) 2. (Troop) "Little Louder" (SPL) 3. (Troop) "That's Better" (SPL) 4. (Troop) "Still Better" (SPL) 1-2-3-4-; (Louder) 1-2-3-4-(Louder) 1-2-3-4- (Louder) 1,2,--3,4.

There's no use in looking down, There's no girl scouts on the ground. Sound Off 1,2; Sound Off 3,4; Bring it on down 1,2,3,4; (Louder) 1,2,--3,4.

Our SPL has all the power, Doesn't he need a shower.
Sound Off 1,2; Sound Off 3,4; Bring it on Down 1,2,3,4; (Louder) 1,2,--3,4.

Forest fires are so fun, boy those webelos sure could run. Sound Off 1,2; Sound Off 3,4; Bring it on Down 1,2,3,4; (Louder) 1,2,--3,4.

Dunken Cabbies are the best, Camp with us, wear a bullet proof vest.
Sound Off 1,2; Sound Off 3,4; Bring it on Down 1,2,3,4; (Louder) 1,2,--3,4.

Mr. Thurston's on the trail, Had a stealth moose on his tail. Sound Off 1,2; Sound Off 3,4; Bring it on Down 1,2,3,4; (Louder) 1,2,--3,4.

Canoeing the Saco was a chore, 50 miles, Thank God no more. Sound Off 1,2; Sound Off 3,4; Bring it on Down 1,2,3,4; (Louder) 1,2,--3,4.

Sullivan's a Knight of Tour, Diamond Face for ever more. Sound Off 1,2; Sound Off 3,4; Bring it on down 1,2,3,4; (Louder) 1,2,--3,4.

Noel's way up there, don't look down, Forgot his gloves and hit the ground.
Sound Off 1,2; Sound Off 3,4; Bring it on down 1,2,3,4; (Louder) 1,2,--3,4.

Bobby's fires are so fun, Boy the staff men sure could run.
Sound Off 1,2, Sound Off 3,4, Bring it on down 1,2,3,4 (Louder) 12,--3,4

Am I right or wrong? (SPL) "Your Right" (Troop) Are you going strong? (SPL) "Your Right" (Troop) Now pick up the step, Your left, your right, your le--ft.

Camp Medicine Bow Song & Cheer:

Oh, I'm a hayseed. My hair is seaweed. And my ears are made of leather and they flop in rainy weather. Gosh oh, hemlock, I tough as a pine knot. For I come from Medicine Bow can't you see Hey! Hey! Bow for the Bow! Rah! Rah! Bow for the Bow Rah! Rah! Hoo-rah! Hoo-rah! Medicine Bow!Rah! Rah! Rah! Yea!

Road Kill Stew (To the Tune of Three Blind Mice)

Road Kill Stew, Road Kill Stew, Tastes so good. Just like it should. First you go down to the interstate, You wait for the critter to meet it's fate. You take it home and make it great! Road Kill Stew, Road Kill Stew.

Scout Vespers

Softly falls the light of day, While 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?

Second version

Quietly we join as one, Thanking God for Scouting fun. May we now go on our way, Thankful for another day. May we always love and share, Living in peace beyond compare. As Scout may we find, Friendships true with all mankind. Quietly we now will part, Pledging ever in our heart, To strive to do our best each day, As we travel down life's way. Happiness we'll try to give, Trying a better life to live, 'Till all the world be joined in love, Living in peace under skies above.

Scout Wetspers (To the Tune of Scout Vespers.)

Softly falls the rain today, as our campsite floats away. Silently, each scout should ask, "Did I bring my scuba mask? Have I tied my tent flaps down? Learn to swim, so I won't drown? Have I done, and will I try, Everything to keep me dry?"

CHARLIE ON THE M.T.A.

Let me tell ya of a story 'bout a man named Charlie, on a tragic and faithful day. He put ten cents in his pocket, kissed his wife and family, went to ride on the M.T.A

Chorus: But did he ever return? No, he never returned, and his fate is still unlearned. (Poor old charlie). He may ride forever 'neath 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 Plains. When he got there the conductor told him, "one more nickel," Charlie couldn't get off that train. (Chorus)

Well all night long Charlie rides through the stations, saying, "What will become of me? How can I afford to see my sister in Chelsea or my cousin or Roxbury?" (Chorus)

Charlie's wife goes down to the Scully Square station, every day at a quarter past two. And through the open window, she hands Charlie a sandwich as the train goes a rumbling through. (Chorus)

The Grand Old Captain Kirk (To Tune "A-Hunting We Will Go")

The Grand Old Captain Kirk, He Had A Thousand Men,
He Beamed 'em Up To The Enterprise (Everyone stands up)
And Beamed 'em Down Again. (Everyone sits down)
And When You're Up Your Up, (Everyone stands up)
And When You're Down Your Down, (Everyone sits down)
And When You're Only Half Way Up,(Everyone half-way up)
You're Nowhere to Be Found.

Kum ba yah

Kum ba yah, my lord, Kum ba yah! Kum ba yah, my lord, Kum ba yah! Kum ba yah, my lord, Kum ba yah. O Lord, Kum ba yah

Someone's crying, Lord, Kum ba yah! Someone's crying, Lord, Kum ba yah! Someone's crying, Lord, Kum ba yah! O Lord, Kum ba yah

Someone's singing, Lord, Kum ba yah! Someone's singing, Lord, Kum ba yah! Someone's singing, Lord, Kum ba yah! O Lord, Kum ba yah

Someone's praying, Lord, Kum ba yah! Someone's praying, Lord, Kum ba yah! Someone's praying, Lord, Kum ba yah! O Lord, Kum ba yah

Follow Me Boys

(chorus): Follow me boys, follow me, When you think your really beat That's the time to lift your feet, And follow me boys, follow me, Pick'em up, put'em down and follow me, Pick'em up, put'em down pick'em up.

There's a job to do, There's a fight to win, Follow me boys, follow me, And it won't be time till we all pitch in, Lift your chin with a grin and follow me. (chorus)

It's a long long climb, But we've got the will, Follow me boys, follow me, When we reach the top Then It's all down hill, Till you drop don't you stop and follow me. (chorus)

So the journeys end Is beyond our sight, Follow me boys, follow me, If we do our best And we've done alright, Pack your load, hit the road and follow me. (chorus)

Twelve Days of Halloween

On the twelfth day of Halloween, My mom gave to me: Twelve bats a-flyin, Eleven masks a-leering, Ten ghouls a groaning, Nine ghosts a-booing, Eight monsters shrieking, Seven pumpkins glowing, Six goblins bobbling, Five scary spooks, Four skeletons, Three black cats, Two trick or treaters, And an owl in a dead tree.

America the Beautiful
Words by Katharine Lee Bates; Music by Parke W. Hewins

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!

O 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!

O beautiful for heroes proved, in liberating strife.
Who more than self the country loved, and mercy more than life!
America! America! May God thy gold refine,
Till all success be nobleness And every gain divine!

O beautiful for patriot's dream 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!

O beautiful for halcyon skies, for amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties above the enameled plain!
America! America! God shed his grace on thee
Till souls wax fair as earth and air and music-hearted sea!

O beautiful for pilgrims feet, whose stem impassioned stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat across the wilderness!
America! America! God shed his grace on thee
Till paths be wrought through wilds of thought by pilgrim foot and knee!

O beautiful for glory-tale of liberating strife
When once and twice, for man's avail men lavished precious life!
America! America! God shed his grace on thee
Till selfish gain no longer stain The banner of the free!

O beautiful for patriot's dream that sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam undimmed by human tears!
America! America! God shed his grace on thee
till nobler men keep once again Thy whiter jubilee!

God Bless America by Irving Berlin

"While the storm clouds gather far across the sea,
Let us swear allegiance to a land that's free,
Let us all be grateful for a land so fair,
As we raise our voices in a solemn prayer. "

God Bless America, Land that I love.
Stand beside her, and guide her
Thru the night with a light from above.
From the mountains, to the prairies,
To the oceans, white with foam
God bless America, My home sweet home.