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I used to be a Beaver,
And a good ol’ Beaver too,
But now I've finished Beavering,
I don’t know what to do,
I’m growing old and feeble,
And I can Beaver no more,
So I’m going to work my ticket if I can.

(Insert each patrol name in order, it is not appropriate to use other actions than the patrol name and -ing, as listed below.)

In my dreams I'm going back to Gilwell,
To the joys and the happiness I found
On those grand week-ends
With my dear old friends and see the training ground.
Oh the grass is greener back in Gilwell,
And I breathe again that Scouting air,
While in memory, I see B.P.
Who never will be far from there

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 impassion'd stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness.
America! America! God men thine ev'ry flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law.

O beautiful for patriot 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.
God Bless America

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

Write a ticket item, write a ticket item
Every day, every day
Don't go to bed without it
You can even shout it
Get it done! Get it done!

Oh happy day! My counselor has set my worries free.
My ticket items are approved and now I can be me.

Through many thoughtfilled nights and days, I have already come.
But now my ticket is complete and I can take it home.

As we go our seperate ways,
keep in mind our Wood Badge days.
How we worked and how we shared
and that ticket we prepared.
When we're "blue" we'll smile and say,
I'll make this a happy day.
And before I stop to pray,
I will do a good turn today!

Oh, the Lord is good to me,
and so I thank the Lord,
for giving me the things I need,
the sun and the rain and the appleseed
The Lord is good to me.

As I went walking, that ribbon of highway
I saw above me, that endless skyway
I saw below me, that golden valley.
This land was made for you and me.

CHORUS:
This land is your land, this land is my land.
From California, to the New York Island
From the Redwood forest, to the Gulf Stream waters.
This land was made for you and me.

When the sun came shining, and I was strolling
And the wheat was waving, and the dust clouds rolling,
The voice was chanting, as the fog was lifting
This land was made for you and me. (Chorus)

I roamed and rambled, and followed my footsteps
Thru the sparkling sands of, her diamond deserts
All around me, a voice was sounding.
This land was made for your and me. (Chorus)

When the sun came shining, and I was strolling
And the wheat was waving, and the dust clouds rolling,
The voice was chanting, as the fog was lifting
This land was made for your and me. (Chorus)

Ending Chorus (Philmont):
This land is your land, this land is my land.
From Baldy Mountain, to Rayado Canyon
From Cimmaroncito, to the rugged Tooth of Time.
This land was made for you and me.

Ending Chorus (Sid Richardson):
This land is your land, this land is my land.
From the Richardson Outpost, to Windy Point
From Gilwell Hall, to Buchannan Springs.
This land was made for you and me.

My country, 'tis of Thee,
Sweet Land of Liberty
Of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims' pride,
From every mountain side
Let Freedom ring.

My native country, thee,
Land of the noble free,
Thy name I love;
I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills,
My heart with rapture thrills
Like that above.

Our fathers' God to Thee,
Author of Liberty,
To thee we sing,
Long may our land be bright
With Freedom's holy light,
Protect us by thy might
Great God, our King.

(Part 1)
Father and I went down to camp
Along with Captain Goodlin.
And there we saw the men and boys
As thick as hasty puddin'.

Yankee Doodle keep it up,
Yankee Doodle dandy,
Mind the music and the step,
And with the girls be handy.

(Part 2)
And there was a Captain Washington
Upon a slapping stallion,
A giving orders to his men;
I guess there was a million.

Yankee Doodle keep it up,
Yankee Doodle dandy,
Mind the music and the step,
And with the girls be handy.

O' Columbia, the gem of the ocean,
The home of the brave and the free
The shrine of each patriot's devotion,
A world offers homage to thee.
Thy mandates make heros assemble,
When liberty's form stands in view;
Thy banners make tyranny tremble,
When borne by the red, white and blue.
When borne by the red, white and blue.
When borne by the red, white and blue.
Thy banners make tyranny tremble,
When borne by the red, white and blue.

O' say can you see by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watch'd, were so gallantly streaming?
And the Rockets' red glare, the Bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our Flag was still there;

O' say does that star-spangled Banner yet wave,
O'er the Land of the free, and the home of the brave?

On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream,

Tis the star-spangled banner, O' long may it wave,
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country, shall leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave,
From the terror of fight or the gloom of the grave,

And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave,
O'er the Land of the Free, and the home of the Brave.

O' thus be it ever when freemen shall stand,
Between their lov'd home, and the war's desolation,
blest with vict'ry and peace, may the Heav'n rescued land,
Praise the Power that hath made and preserv'd us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto - "In God is our Trust;"

And the star-spangled Banner in triumph shall wave,
O'er the Land of the Free, and the Home of the Brave.

Morning has broken like the first morning,
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird.
Praise for the singing,
Praise for morning,
Praise for them springing fresh from the world.

Sweet the rain?s new fall sunlit from heaven,
Like the first dewfall on the first grass.
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden,
Spring in completeness where His feet pass.

Mine is the sunlight! Mine is the morning.
Born of the one light Eden saw pay!
Praise with elation, praise every morning,
God?s recreation of the new day.

For the beauty of the earth,
For the glory of the skies,
For the love from which our birth,
Over and around us lies;
Lord of all, to Thee we raise
This hymn of grateful praise.

For the wonder of each hour
Of the day and of the night,
Hill and vale, and tree and flow'r,
Sun and moon, and stars of light;
Lord of all, to Thee we raise
This hymn of grateful praise.

For the joy of human love,
Brother, sister, parent, child,
Friends on earth and friends above,
For all gentle thoughts and mild;
Lord of all, to Thee we raise
This hymn of grateful praise

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

This is my Father’s world,
And to my listening ears,
All nature sings and round me rings
The music of the spheres.
This is my Father’s world,
I rest me in the thought
Of ricks and trees, of skies and seas-
His hands the wonders wrought.

This is my Father’s world
The birds their carols raise,
The morning light, the lily white,
Declare their Maker’s praise.
This is my Father’s world,
He shines in all that’s fair;
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass,
He speaks to me everywhere.

An old cowpoke went riding out, one hot and windy day,
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way,
When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw,
A-plowing through the ragged skies and up the cloudy draw.

Their brands were still on fire and the hooves were made of steel.
Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel.
A bolt of fear went through him as the thundered through the sky.
For as he saw the riders coming hard he could hear their mournful cry.

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat,
Their ridin’ hard to catch that herd, but they ain't caught them yet,
They’ve got to ride for-evermore on that range up in the sky.
On horses snortin’ fire, as they ride,
I hear them cry.

As the riders loped on by, he heard them call his name,
If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on the range,
Then cowboy better change your ways or with us you will ride,
Trying to catch the devil?s herd across the endless sky.

When I was a child my family would travel
Down to Western Kentucky where my parents were born
And there's a backwards old town that's often remembered
So many times that my memories are worn.

CHORUS:
And daddy won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County
Down by the Green River where Paradise lay
Well, I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in asking
Mister Peabody's coal train has hauled it away

Well sometimes we'd travel right down the Green River
To the abandoned old prison down by Adrie Hill
Where the air smelled like snakes and we'd shoot with our pistols
But empty pop bottles was all we would kill. (Chorus)

Then the coal company came with the world's largest shovel
And they tortured the timber and stripped all the land
Well, they dug for their coal till the land was forsaken
Then they wrote it all down as the progress of man. (Chorus)

When I die let my ashes float down the Green River
Let my soul roll on up to the Rochester dam
I'll be halfway to Heaven with Paradise waiting
Just five miles away from wherever I am. (Chorus)

On my honor, I'll do my best.
To do my duty to God.
On my honor, I’ll do my best.
To serve my country as I may.
On my honor, I’ll do my best.
To do a good turn each day.
To keep my body strengthened,
And to keep my mind awakened.
To follow paths of right-eous-ness,
On my honor, I’ll do my best.

Softly falls the light of day,
As 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 tonite?
Have I done and have I dared
Everything to be prepared?

I love to go a-wandering
Along the mountain track.
And as I go, I love to sing
My knapsack on my back.

(chorus)
Valdereee,
Valderaaa,
Valdereee,
Valderaaa-ha-ha-ha-ha,
(repeat last line of verse)

I love to wander by the stream
That dances in the sun.
So joyously it calls to me,
"Come, join my happy song."

(chorus)
"I wave my hat to all I meet
And they wave back to me,
And blackbirds call so loud
and sweet,
From every greenwood tree."

"High overhead the skylarks wing,
They never rest at home,
But just like me they love to sing
As o'er the world we roam."

Oh, may I go a-wandering
Until the day I die.
And may I always laugh and sing
Beneath the clear blue sky.

Follow Me Boys
Robert B. Sherman and Richard M. Sherman
From the Walt Disney Film "Follow Me Boys"
Based upon the book: God and My Country By MacKinlay Kantor

Follow me boys, Follow me!
When you think you're really beat,
That's the time to lift your feet,
And follow me boys, follow me!
Pick them up, put them down,
And follow me.

Sergeant Reilley said, There's a fight to win!
Follow me boys, follow me!
And it won't be done till we all pitch in.
Lift your chin with a grin and follow me!

It's a long long time, 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 stop, and follow me!
(Chorus)

Though the journey's end is beyond our sight.
Follow me boys, follow me!
If we do our best then we've done all right.
Pack you load, hit the road, and follow me!

We were all packed in when the sergeant said,
Follow me boys, follow me!
We got off our backs and prepared our attack,
When our sergeant hollered, Follow me!

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

When I started Scouting, all they ever told me
Was "Go with the boys, and have lots of fun".
Now all that I do is go to Scout meetings.
It seems like I'm always the one on the run.

CHORUS:
Where, oh where, are you tonight?
Why did you leave me here all alone?
I fixed the kids dinner and they are in bed now.
Since you found this Scouting, you're never at home. (CHORUS)

One day I was told to try basic training.
I went 'cuz it sounded like lots of fun.
Now I am in charge of 'all' of the training.
Oh, Heaven help me! Now what have I done? (CHORUS)

Wood Badge was something that I'd never heard of.
Worked for those beads 'til I was blue in the face.
One day I came home and she was spring cleaning:
Threw away those old beads on that old shoe lace! (CHORUS)

There are beavers, beavers, beavers,
Wielding rusty cleavers,
At the store, at the store.
There are beavers, beavers, beavers,
Wielding rusty cleavers,
At the Quartermaster's store.

My... eyes... are... dim... (Part two)
I have not got my specks with me. (Part one)
I... can... not.... see... (Part two)
I have not got my specks with me. (Both parts)

Alternate verses...
There are snakes, snakes, snakes,
Big as garden rakes, Etc... (Chorus)

The mighty troop of Gilwell, one bright Saturday did ride.
To Camp Warren Levis, with a strange bird by it’s side.
Fifty-three brave leaders came, to learn to better lead.
To a land where ants and chiggers thrive,
A land of heat and rain.

The first day was confusing, as patrol members did try,
To figure out what's going on, they cried a mournful sigh,
By day three they were sure, it was more than they could bear,
The Gil Bird had just flown right by,
Left no feathers anywhere.

But finally the Great Gil Bird, left his plumage one by one.
The tickets they came fast and hard,
How would it all get done.
Things must be getting better,
You could tell by smiles from staff
And in the pitch black of night
You could hear the Gil Bird laugh.

The course will soon be over, and the troop will soon be gone
With everyone remembering, the lessons hard and long
The Gil Bird will take flight, as they scatter through the land
Trying to catch that Gilwell Troop,
His destiny’s at hand.

The time has come for all of us to bid our fond farewell.
We leave behind, love for mankind within the field Gilwell.
God bless us each and everyone. May Scouting never cease.
May Wood Badge stay within our hearts, and give us lasting peace.

Where e’re we go the world will know our fellowship is good.
We’ll reach our goal and bells will toll about Scout brotherhood.
The soul of Baden-Powell lives on and we shall never fail.
Our course is set. We’ll ne’er forget...we walked the Wood Badge trail.

Please guide the Wood Badge staff dear Lord, in reverence to thee.
And bless them God, they worked so hard and taught a Scout like me.
O’Great Scoutmaster of all Scouts, on you we can rely.
That someday you will call us to your Gilwell Field on high

A chicken farmer went out one dark and dreary day.
He rested by the coup as he went along his way.
All at once a rotten egg hit him in the eye
It was the sight he dreaded
Ghost chickens in the sky

The farmer had raised chickens since he was twenty-four
Working for the colonel for thirty years or more
Killing all those chickens and sending them to fry
Now they want revenge
Ghost chickens in the sky
(CHORUS)

Their feet were black and shinny their eyes were burning red
They had no meat or feathers these chickens were all dead
They picked the farmer up and he died by the claw
They cooked him extra crispy and ate him with cole slaw.
(CHORUS)

Henry :
There's a hole in the bucket,
dear Liza, dear Liza,
There's a hole in the bucket,
dear Liza, a hole.

Liza :
Then fix it, dear Henry,
dear Henry, dear Henry.
Then fix it, dear Henry,
dear Henry, fix it.

Henry :
With what shall I fix it,
dear Liza, dear Liza,
With what shall I fix it,
dear Liza, with what?

Liza :
With a straw, then, dear Henry,
dear Henry, dear Henry,
With a straw, then, dear Henry,
dear Henry, a straw.