Campfire Opening……….
Give
Me the Light of the Campfire
Give me the light of the campfire the wind in the
pine
The moon in the heavens the stars that shine
A place where all men travel, make friends of all
kind
A place where all men’s trouble are always
left behind.
Give me the light of the campfire warm and bright
Give me some friends to sing with, I’ll be
there all night
Love’s for those that find it, I’ve found
mine right her
So, give me the light of the campfire
And the songs we love to hear.
On July
17, 1897, the steamship Portland arrived in Seattle from Alaska with 68 miners and a cargo of “more than a ton
of solid gold” from the banks of the Klondike River in Canada's Yukon Territory. This set off a rush to Alaska and an
era of prosperity in King County that lasted for more than a decade Seattle residents woke to the sound of newspaper boys
hawking an extra edition of the Seattle Post-Intelligencer with the following headline:
GOLD! GOLD! GOLD!
GOLD!
Sixty-eight Rich
Men On
the Steamer Portland
STACKS OF YELLOW
METAL!
Some Have $5,000,
Many Have More
A Few Bring Out $100,000
Each
THE STEAMER
CARRIES $700,000
The
Great Adventure………
Rivers that sparkle and rush along free
Forests so tall and green
Dressed in her finery, Canada fair
None are as lucky as we.
Chorus:
Oh-h-h, walk around, look around
Take the time to say
How lucky I am that I live in this land
Of Canada today.
All kinds of people from faraway lands
Blended into one
Customs and cultures we're willing to share
As true Canadians.
Pioneers suffered to settle this land
The New World was its name
Fairness and freedom they wanted for all
Let's live up to what they claim.
Miles of highway are ours to explore
An ever-changing view
Four different seasons we know and enjoy
Whether rich we be or poor.
I
came from down Seattle way
with
my washpan on my knee
I'm going to the Yukon,
the gold dust for to see.
It
rained all night the day I left,
the weather it was
dry
The snow so cold I froze to death,
Suzanna don't you cry.
Oh,
Susannah, Oh, don't you cry for me
I'm going to the Yukon with my washpan on my knee.
I’ll
soon be in Dawson City
and there I'll look around.
And when I see the gold lumps there,
I'll pick them off the ground.
I'll
scrape the mountains clean, my boys,
I'll drain the rivers dry.
A pocketful of rocks bring home,
So, Suzanna don't
you cry.
Oh,
Susannah, Oh, don't you cry for me
I'm going to the Yukon with my washpan on my knee.
Buying Supplies to make
the long journey……….
The Quartermaster’s 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!
There were eggs, eggs, eggs with hairy legs,
In the store, In the store
There were
eggs, eggs, eggs with hairy legs,
In the Quartermaster's store.
There was cheese, cheese, cheese with knobbly knees……….
There was bacon, bacon, unless I was mistaken……….
There was bread, bread, harder than your head……….
There were fleas, fleas, eating all the peas……….
There was butter, butter, running down the gutter……….
There were mice, mice, digging in the rice……….
The Miner’s Pal……….
The old gray mare,
She ain't what she used to be
Ain't what she used to be,
Ain't what she used to be
The old gray mare,
She ain't what she used to be
Many long years ago.
Many long years ago,
Many long years ago,
The old gray mare,
She ain't what she used to be
Many long years ago.
On Mules We Find – Tune: Auld Lang Syne
On mules we find two legs behind
And two we find before
We stand behind before we find
What the two behind are for
When we’re behind the two behind
We find what these are for
So stand before the two behind
Behind the two before.
The Journey up the Chilkoot
Pass..........
Oh! We ain't got a barrel of money;
Maybe we're ragged and funny.
But we travel
along, singing a song,
Side by side.
Oh we don't know what's comin' tomorrow;
Maybe it's trouble and sorrow,
But we'll
travel along, sharin' our load,
Side by side.
Through all kinds of weather,
What if the sky should fall?
Just as long as we're
together,
It doesn't matter at all.
When they've all had their quarrels and parted,
We'll be the same as we started,
Just
traveling along, singin' a song,
Side by side.
Tyrolean Trampling Song (2-Part Song) - Switzerland
Tra la la la la la la la,
Tra la la la la la la la,
Tra la la la la la la la,
Tra la la la la la la la.
The Miners go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah
The Miners go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah
The Miners go marching one by one,
The little one stops to suck his thumb
And they all go marching up the Chilkoot
To get out of the cold, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The Miners go marching two by two, hurrah, hurrah
The Miners go marching two by two, hurrah, hurrah
The Miners go marching two by two,
The little one stops to tie his shoe
And they all go marching up the Chilkoot
To get out of the cold, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The Miners go marching three by three, hurrah, hurrah
The Miners go marching three by three, hurrah, hurrah
The Miners go marching three by three,
The little one stops to climb a tree
And they all go marching up the Chilkoot
To get out of the cold, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The Miners go marching four by four, hurrah, hurrah
The Miners go marching four by four, hurrah, hurrah
The Miners go marching four by four,
The little one stops to shut the door
And they all go marching up the Chilkoot
To get out of the cold, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The Miners go marching five by five, hurrah, hurrah
The Miners go marching five by five, hurrah, hurrah
The Miners go marching five by five,
The little one stops to take a dive
And they all go marching up the Chilkoot
To get out of the cold, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The Miners go marching six by six, hurrah, hurrah
The Miners go marching six by six, hurrah, hurrah
The Miners go marching six by six,
The little one stops to pick up sticks
And they all go marching up the Chilkoot
To get out of the cold, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The Miners go marching seven by seven, hurrah, hurrah
The Miners go marching seven by seven, hurrah, hurrah
The Miners go marching seven by seven,
The little one stops to pray to heaven
And they all go marching up the Chilkoot
To get out of the cold, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The Miners go marching eight by eight, hurrah, hurrah
The Mines go marching eight by eight, hurrah, hurrah
The Miners go marching eight by eight,
The little one stops to shut the gate
And they all go marching up the Chilkoot
To get out of the cold, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The Miners go marching nine by nine, hurrah, hurrah
The Miners go marching nine by nine, hurrah, hurrah
The Miners go marching nine by nine,
The little one stops to check the time
And they all go marching up the Chilkoot
To get out of the cold, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The Miners go marching ten by ten, hurrah, hurrah
The Miners go marching ten by ten, hurrah, hurrah
The Miners go marching ten by ten,
The little one stops to say "THE END"
And they all go marching up the Chilkoot
To get out of the cold, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Fun at Dawson City………
I Have Lost my Underwear – (Tune: Bye, Bye Blackbird)
I have lost my underwear,
I don't care, I'll go bare.
Bye, bye long johns.
They were very good to me.
Tickled me: hee, hee, hee.
Bye, bye long johns.
How I miss that little trap door behind me,
If you see them you know where to find me.
I have lost my underwear.
I don't care, I'll go bare.
Long johns, Bye, Bye!
Daisy, Daisy,
Give me your answer do
I'm half crazy,
All for the love of you
It won't be a stylish marriage
I can't afford a carriage
But you'll look sweet
Upon the seat
Of a bicycle built for two
The Ladies of Dawson
City…..
In a cavern, In a canyon,
Excavating for a mine,
Dwelt a miner forty-niner,
And
his daughter Clementine.
Chorus:
Oh my darling, Oh my darling,
Oh my darling Clementine,
You are lost and gone forever,
Dreadful sorry Clementine.
Light she was and like a fairy,
And her shoes were number nine;
Herring boxes,
without topses,
Sandals were for Clementine.
Drove she ducklings to the water,
Every morning just at nine;
Hit her foot against
a splinter,
Fell into the foaming brine.
Ruby lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles, soft and fine;
But Alas! I was no swimmer,
So I lost my Clementine.
When the miner forty-niner,
Soon began to peak and pine,
Thought he oughter "jine"
his daughter,
Now he's with his clementine.
In a corner of the churchyard,
Where the myrtle boughs entwine,
Grow the roses in
their poses,
Fertilized by Clementine.
In my dreams she still doth haunt me,
Robed in garments soaked in brine.
Though in
life I used to hug her,
Now she's dead, I'll draw the line.
How I missed her, how I missed her
How I missed my Clementine.
So I kissed her little
sister,
And forgot my Clementine.
K-K-K-Katy, beautiful Katy,
You're the only g-g-g-girl that I adore;
When the m-m-m-moon
shines,
Over the cowshed,
I'll be waiting at the k-k-k-kitchen door.
K-K-K-Katy, beautiful Katy,
You're the only g-g-g-girl that I adore;
When the m-m-m-moon shines,
Over the cowshed,
I'll
be waiting at the k-k-k-kitchen door.
"Hello ! ma Baby,
Hello ! ma honey,
Hello ! ma ragtime gal,
Send me a kiss by wire,
Baby, my heart's
on fire !
If you refuse me,
Honey, you'll lose me,
Then you'll be left alone;
Oh baby, telephone
And tell
me I'm your own.
Participative Story……….
Miner:
“There’s
gold in them thar hills!”
Gold:
“Eureka!”
There once was a GOLD MINER. He was a tired MINER who had been
prospecting for GOLD for months without much luck. So one day the MINER sat on the rock all depressed. He was not always a tired MINER. He used to be full of energy and hope.
The MINER heard about the GOLD in the Yukon and wanted to strike it rich himself. The
MINER spent half of his money to buy supplies and buy a ticket on a ship
to Skagway to find GOLD. It
didn’t matter that the MINER didn’t have much money left. He was going to find GOLD and be
rich. It didn’t matter that he was going to be alone in the Yukon, with
no family or friends. He was going to find GOLD
and be rich and go home to his friends and family.
So the MINER got on the ship. He was not much of a sailor and was seasick most of the time. And
the food was terrible. And the bugs on the ship! The
voyage to Skagway was long and boring and rather smelly. Just think, no bath
for how long? But it didn’t matter.
He was going to find GOLD soon and be rich and go home. Throughout the voyage the MINER was dreaming about GOLD.
Finally the ship arrived in Skagway. What
a place – full of activities and people! The MINER spent most of his remaining money buying tools for GOLD
digging and panning and he headed to the Chilkoot Pass.
It was a very long journey to Dawson City. And
he was exhausted when he finally arrived. The MINER was very lucky to stake a claim. There the MINER dug for GOLD and he panned for GOLD. He looked and looked – and looked some more for
GOLD. The MINER worked for months looking for GOLD. His money was almost gone. And he was so homesick. So he sat on this rock complaining about his lack of luck in finding GOLD.
A passerby heard his mumbling and suggested that he look under the rock he was sitting
on. With a shrug, the MINER
took the stranger’s advice and dug where he was sitting. And guess what? Sure enough he found GOLD.
The moral of this story is instead of sitting around and complaining about a problem, just
get off your rock and do something about it.
The End.
Spiritual……….
Give me oil for my lamp, keep it burning
Give me oil for my lamp I pray
Give me oil for my lamp, keep it burning
Keep it burning till the light of day
Chorus:
Sing Hosanna, sing Hosanna
Sing Hosanna till the break of day
Sing Hosanna, sing Hosanna
Sing Hosanna till the break of day
Give me joy in my heart keep me praising
Give me joy in my heart I pray
Give me joy in my heart keep me praising
Keep me praising till the break of day
Give me peace in my heart keep me resting
Give me peace in my heart I pray
Give me peace in my heart keep me resting
Keep me resting till the break of day
Give me love in my heart keep me serving
Give me love in my heart I pray
Give me love in my heart keep me serving
Keep me serving till the break of day
Vespers……….
When you come to the end of a Mining Day
And you sit in the campfire light,
And the sky has turned from the blue to the grey,
And the shades of the coming night,
Do you think what the end of a Mining Day
Can mean in a miner’s life
When the whistle blows and the flag comes down,
And there’s peace in the world of strife?
Well, this is the end of a Miner’s Day,
Near the end of our journey, too,
And the days that are gone cannot be recalled:
What have they meant to you?
For we’ve shared the same tent and walked side by side,
The streets of this old world trod.
In sun and rain we’ve done our best,
And we’re closer grown to God.
Day is done
Gone the sun
From the lake,
From the hills,
From the sky,
All is well
Safely rest
God is nigh.
