3GP YELL
We Scout often, we Scout well,
When we Scout we Scout like
Digger digger hot potato
half past alligator
ra ra bulligator
chigawala chigawala
DUCK!
A WOMAN STOOD
BY THE CHURCHYARD WALL
A woman stood by the churchyard wall
Ooh__________ Ahh__________
As many a woman had stood before
Ooh__________ Ahh__________
There were three corpses carried in
Ooh__________ Ahh__________
And they ware very pale and thin
Ooh__________ Ahh__________
The worms crawled in and the worms crawled out
Ooh__________ Ahh__________
They crawled in thin but they crawled out stout
Ooh__________ Ahh__________
The woman to the corpses said:
Ooh__________ Ahh__________
"Shall I be like you when I am dead?"
Ooh__________ Ahh__________
The corpses slowley raised there heads
Ooh__________ Ahh__________
The corpses to the woman said. (Getting louder on the said)
Ooh__________ Ahh__________
SHRIEK!!!
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THE ANTHEM
OF THE ANCIENT BRITS
Woad (Men of Harlech)
What's the use of wearing braces ?
Vests and pants and boots with laces ?
Spats and hats you buy in places
Down the Brompton Road ?
What's the use of shirts of cotton ?
Studs that always get forgotten ?
These affairs are simply rotten,
Better far is woad.
Woad's the stuff to show men.
Woad to scare your foemen.
Boil it to a brilliant hue
And rub it on your back and your abdomen.
Ancient Briton ne'er did hit on
Anything as good as woad to fit on
Neck or knees or where you sit on.
Tailors you be blowed !!
Romans came across the channel
All dressed up in tin and flannel
Half a pint of woad per man'll
Dress us more than these.
Saxons you can waste your stitches
Building beds for bugs in britches
We have woad to clothe us which is
Not a nest for fleas
Romans keep your armours.
Saxons your pyjamas.
Hairy coats were made for goats,
Gorillas, yaks, retriever dogs and llamas
Tramp up Snowdon with your woad on,
Never mind if you get rained or blowed on
Never want a button sewed on.
Go it Ancient B's !!
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CREST OF
A WAVE
All hands aboard boys- All hands aboard boys-
The ship is calling for more.
We're getting ready now for a steady-
Pull away from the home shore
We're off to find adventure anyhow
Because we know that now
We're riding along on the crest of a wave
And the sun is in the sky,
All our eyes on the distant horizon
Look out for passers by.
We'll do the hailing, while other ships around are sailing.
We're riding along on the crest of a wave,
And the World - is - Ours.
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LIFE IS BUTTER
To be sung as a round to the well known French tune of Fairer Jaquer
Life is butter, life is butter
Melon-Cauliflower, Melon-Cauliflower
Life is butter-melon, life is butter-melon
Cauliflower.. Cauliflower.
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OLD MCTAVISH
IS DEAD
Old McTavish is dead
And his brother don't know it.
His brother is dead,
And McTavish don't know it.
And both of them dead,
And in the same bed,
And neither one knows that the other is dead.
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QUARTERMASTER'S
STORE
There were rats, rats, as big as pussy cats
In the store, in the store.
There were rats, rats, as big as pussy cats
In the quartermasters store.
Chorus
My Eyes are dim i cannot see,
I have not brought my specs with me,
I have not brought my specs with me.
Other verses:
There was gravy, gravy, enough to sink the navy
There were kippers, kippers, they smelt like skippers slippers
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RED FLY THE BANNERS
OH
I'll sing you one oh,
Red fly the banners oh.
What is your one oh?
One for the workers unity that ever more shall be so.
Twelve for the chimes of the Kremlin clock
And eleven for the Moscow dynamos.
Ten for the works of Lennin.
Nine for the nice bright satellite states
And eight for the Eighth Red Army.
Seven for the days in the working week
And six for the Tollpuddle Martyrs.
Five for the years in the five year plan
And four for the four years taken.
Three, three the rights of man.
Two two the workers hands, working for their living oh,
One for the workers unity that ever more shall be SO!
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THERE
WAS AN OLD MAN WHO WAS CROSSING THE ROAD
There was an old man who was crossing the road,
Crossing the road, crossing the road.
There was an old man who was crossing the road,
When along came a man on a bi-cy-ki-le.
Do not let the wheels of your bi-cy-ki-le,
Your bi-cy-ki-le, your bi-cy-ki-le.
Do not let the wheels of your bi-cy-ki-le,
Run over the man in the road.
Other verses:
Fish n Chip Potato Van
London Transport Double-Decker Omnibus
Royal Tunbridge Wells Urban District Council Refuge Collection Vehicle
TANK!
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WE'RE ALL
TOGETHER AGAIN
We're all together again, we're here, we're here.
We're all together again, we're here, we're here.
And who knows when we'll be all together again,
Singing we're all together again, we're here, We're here.
(sing in posh voice and then essex voice)
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YU-PI DEE
THE SHADES of night were falling fast,
Yu-Pi dee yu-pi dahh
As through an Alpine village passed
Yu-pi dee pi-dahhh
A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice,
A banner with the strange device,
Chorus:
Yu-pi-dee-pi-dee pi dahh
Yu-pi-dee yu-pi-dahh
Yu-pi-dee-pi-dee pi dahh
Yu-pi-dee-pi-dahh!
His brow was sad; his eye beneath,
Flashed like a falchion from its sheath,
And like a silver clarion rung
The accents of that unknown tongue,
In happy homes he saw the light
Of household fires gleam warm and bright;
Above, the spectral glaciers shone,
And from his lips escaped a groan,
Chorus:
"Try not the Pass!" the old man said;
"Dark lowers the tempest overhead,
The roaring torrent is deep and wide!"
And loud that clarion voice replied,
Chorus:
"Oh, stay," the maiden said, "and rest
Thy weary head upon this breast!"
A tear stood in his bright blue eye,
But still he answered, with a sigh,
Chorus:
"Beware the pine-tree's withered branch!
Beware the awful avalanche!"
This was the peasant's last Good-night,
A voice replied, far up the height,
Chorus:
At break of day, as heavenward
The pious monks of Saint Bernard
Uttered the oft-repeated prayer,
A voice cried through the startled air,
Chorus:
A traveller, by the faithful hound,
Half-buried in the snow was found,
Still grasping in his hand of ice
That banner with the strange device,
Chorus:
There, in the twilight cold and gray,
Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay,
And from the sky, serene and far,
A voice fell, like a falling star,
Chorus:
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