Saturday, 1 December 2007

Alphabetical Index of titles


The Chalet Song

The Chief
The Chinese Fan
The Great American Railway
The Guides Marching Song
The Guiding trail
The Jamboree Song
The Keeper
The Lord is good to me

The Mosquitoes

The Poor Girl Guides
The Red Men
The silver trumpet


The World Song


Theres A Hole In The Bottom Of The Sea


This Little Guiding Light


Toi qui depose

White coral bells

Who stole the cooky

Worms

Tuesday, 20 November 2007

Taps

DAYLIGHT



Thanks & praise
For our days
Neath the sun


Neath the stars

Neath the sky

As we go

This we know

God is nigh

WINTER

Day is done

Gone the sun

From the sea

From the hills

From the sky

All is well

Safely well

God is nigh

Coming up the valley








They are coming up the valley,

Coming up the valley

Coming up the valley one by one

Coming up the valley, coming up the valley

Coming to the rising of the sun



They are going down the valley

Going down the valley

Going down the valley one by one

Going down the valley, going down the valley

Going to the setting of the sun

Monday, 19 November 2007

My old Flivver

My old Flivver is my best friend
All you need to give her is a twist & a bend

She ain't worth a nickel

But I'll bet my jeans

She's brought a million dollar's worth

Of smiles to me

She needs new tyres for front & rear

The horn won't speak to the steering gear

She's a bit lopsided

And the lamps won't light

But outside that my Flivver's all right


Um tiddly um pom. Bleep! Bleep!

White coral bells

White coral bells upon a slender stalk
Lilies of the valley deck my garden walk

Oh how I wish that I could hear them sing

That will only happen when the fairies sing

Sunday, 18 November 2007

Who stole the cooky

Who stole the cooky from the cooky jar?
Not I stole the cooky from the cooky jar

Then who stole the cooky from the cooky jar?

___ stole the cooky from the cooky jar

etc

I've lost the doh of my clarinet

I've lost the doh of my clarinet
I've lost the doh of my clarinet


Should my mother ever hear of this

Should my mother ever hear of this

She would say, she would say

It's whip come along come whip come whip


(Carry on using all the notes of the scale)

Saturday, 17 November 2007

God has created a new day

God has created a new day
Silver & green & gold
Live that the sun may find you


Worthy his gifts to hold

Lord let Thy light so shine

Lord let thy light so shine
On this waiting heart of mine


That I may be wholly Thine

Friday, 16 November 2007

Rock-a my soul










Rock-a-my soul on the bosom of Abraham,

Rock-a-my soul on the bosom of Abraham

Rock-a-my soul on the bosom of Abraham

Oh rock-a my soul



Too high, you can't get over it

Too low, you can't get under it

Too wide, you can't get round of it

You've got to go through the door

The Guiding Trail

We're on the Guiding trail,
We're on the Guiding trail

Swinging as we go,

Guiding bound.

We're on the Guiding trail

We're on the Guiding trail

Singing, singing, everybody singing

Guiding bound

Thursday, 15 November 2007

Cum by ya

Cum bi ya, my Lord
Cum bi ya
Cum bi ya my Lord
Cum bi ya
Cum bi ya my Lord
Cum bi ya
O Lord cum bi ya
.
Someone's crying Lord
Cum bi ya
Someone's crying Lord
Cum bi ya
Someone's crying Lord
Cum bi ya
Oh Lord cum bi ya
.
Someone's singing Lord
Cum bi ya
Someone's singing Lord
Cum bi ya
Someone's singing Lord
Cum bi ya
Oh Lord cum bi ya

Oh you'll never go to heaven













You'll never go to heaven

Oh you'll never go to heaven
In an old Ford car
Cos an old Ford car
Won't get that far


CHORUS
Oh you'll never go to heaven
In an old Ford car
Cos an old Ford car
Won't get that far
I ain't agonna grieve my Lord
I aint agonna grieve my Lord
I aint agonna grieve my Lord no more


Oh you'll never go to heaven
In a limousine
Cos the Lord aint got no gasolene
etc

Oh you'll never go to heaven
In a Vampire jet
Cos the Lord ain't built no runways yet
etc

Oh you'll never go to heaven
On roller skates
Cos you'll roll right past those pearly gates
etc

Oh you'll never go to heaven

With a fit Girl Guide

Cos the Lord ain't built his gates that wide

etc

Oh you'll never go to heaven

In a Boy Scout's arms

Cos the Lord don't like those masculine charms

etc

Oh you'll never go to heaven

In a bathing suit

Cos the Lord don't like his angels cute

etc










Wednesday, 14 November 2007

I like the flowers

I like the flowers
I love the daffodils
I like the mountains
I love the rolling hills
I like the fireside when all the lights are low
Bum-di-ara, Bum-di-ara, Bum-di-ara boom

Little Johnny England

Little Johnny England
He went a-wandering
He went a-wandering all day long
He went a-wandering
Tossing up his pannikin
He went a-wandering all day long
I am the butcher
I am the baker
I am the candlestick-maker
I'm the linen draper
I am the broker
We're all the broker's men

Tuesday, 13 November 2007