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BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC

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BINGO

There was a farmer had a dog and Bingo was his name.
There was a farmer had a dog and Bingo was his name.
B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O
And Bingo was his name-o.
 
With each repetition after the first round, replace a letter with a clap so that eventually the entire dog's name is five claps.
 
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BINGO FARM

B-I-N-G-O go Bingo
B-I-N-G-O go Bingo
B-I-N-G-O go Bingo
Down the Bingo farm.

I had a dog named Rover, he used to roam the clover.
Now he roams all over, down the Bingo farm.
CHORUS

Rich girls drive a Chevy, poor girls drive a Ford.
My girl rides a jackass and beats it with a board.
CHORUS

A rich girl uses cold cream, a poor girl uses lard.
My girl uses axle grease and rubs it twice as hard!
CHORUS

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BILL GROGAN'S GOAT

Bill Grogan's Goat- REPEAT Was feeling fine. REPEAT
Ate three red shirts-REPEAT Right off the line. REPEAT
Bill took a stick- REPEAT Gave it a whack. REPEAT
And tied it to- REPEAT The railroad track. REPEAT
The whistle blew- REPEAT The train grew nigh. REPEAT
That awful goat- REPEAT Was doomed to die. REPEAT
That awful goat- REPEAT Cried out in pain. REPEAT
Coughed up those shirts REPEAT And flagged the train. REPEAT
 
 
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BIRDIE SONG

It's gonna be a longggg springtime.
And what will the birdies do then- the poor things?
They'll fly high in the sky just to keep their feet dry
And tuck their heads under their wings, the poor things.

It's gonna be a longggg summer.
And what will the birdies do then, the poor things?
They'll fly to the pool just to keep themselves cool.
And tuck their heads under their wings, the poor things.

It's gonna be a longggg autumn.
And what will the birdies do then, the poor things?
They'll fly to the south, with a worm in their mouth.
And tuck their heads under their wings, the poor things.

It's gonna be a longggg winter.
And what will the birdies do then, the poor things?
They'll fly to the barn, just to keep themselves warm.
And tuck their heads under their wings, the poor things.
 

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BIRDS IN THE WILDERNESS

Here we sit like birds in the wilderness,
Birds in the wilderness, birds in the wilderness.
Here we sit like birds in the wilderness,
waiting for _____________ to come.
Waiting for ____________to come,
Waiting for ____________to come.
Here we sit like birds in the wilderness,
Waiting for ____________to come.
 
This song is traditionally sung while waiting around for a late comer. So, in the blank spaces, insert the name of the patrol, person or group that you are waiting upon. I think that the annoyance of the song is supposed to spur the tardy individual into hurrying up.
 
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"Is everybody happy?" cried the Sergeant looking up.
Our hero meekly answered "Yes!" and then they stood him up.
He jumped right out the open door, his static line unhooked,
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

Chorus:     Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die!
                Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die!
                Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die!
                And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

He counted loud, he counted long, he waited for the shock.
He felt the wind, he felt the clouds, he felt the awful drop.
He pulled his reserve, the silk spilled out and wrapped around his legs
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

The risers wrapped around his neck, connectors cracked his dome.
Suspension lines were snarled in knots around his skinny bones.
The canopy became his shroud, he hurtled to the ground.
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

The days he lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind.
He thought about the girl back home, the one he left behind.
He thought about the medics and he wondered what they’d find.
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

The ambulance was on the spot, the jeeps were running wild.
The medics screamed and jumped with glee, rolled up there sleeves and smiled.
For it had been a week or more since that a chute had failed.
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

Oh, Beautiful streamer, please open for me.
Blue sky above me and no canopy.
I counted ten thousand, I waited too long.
I reached for my rip cord, the handle was gone.

He hit the ground, the sound was "SPLAT". His blood went spurting high.
His comrades then were heard to say, "What a helluva way to die".
He lay there rolling round in all the welter of his gore.
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the chute.
Intestines were a danglin’ from his paratrooper suit.
They pulled him from his helmet and they poured him from his boots.
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

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In the boarding house where I lived,
Everything was green with mold. (Was green with mold)
Grandma's hair fell in the butter,
Silver threads among the gold.(Among the gold)
When the dog died we had hot dogs,
When the cat died, cat nip tea.(Oh cat nip tea)
When the landlord died I left there,
Spirits were too much for me.(Too much for me)
 
This is one of those songs that, after becoming a staff favorite and sung way too much, became a point of contest between differing sides of camp. Some came to hate it while others adopted its constant use because they knew it would bother others. Just one of the many ways we show our maturity at CFL.
 
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BO-BO

Bo bo ski wattin’ tattin’
Ah, ah, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.
Itty bitty wattin’ tattin bo bo ski wattin’ tattin.
Bo bo ski wattin’ tattin’ boom.
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10
 
Players stand in a circle with their right hands in their neighbors left hand. One at a time, going around the circle, players will slap their neighbors hand with their right hand, while singing the song. If on the count of ten the hand is slapped, the slappee is out. If the hand is missed, the slapper is out. The point of this game is to eliminate people from the circle until there is only one person left. When there are only two people left, they arm wrestle back and forth to the song until the count of ten. At that point, whoever forces the other down wins. The point of a game/song like this is to take up time while waiting for an activity or meal to start.
 
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BOOM CHICA BOOM

I said a boom chica-boom. REPEAT
I said a boom chica-boom! REPEAT
I said a boom, chica-rock, chica-rock, chica-boom. REPEAT
Uh-huh. REPEAT
Oh yeah. REPEAT
One more time. REPEAT
With feeling! REPEAT
 
Can also be done as follows:
Old lady style,
Tough guy style,
Underwater, etc.

I really do believe that Mr. Eric Anderson was one of the first to bring this alive at camp. It was the summer of 85 and my strongest memory is of him leading the song at a campfire just east of the Capture the Flag Field.
 
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