November 2013 - Feature Campfire

Campfire Planning Sheet

PROMOTE PARTICIPATION, FUN & FRIENDSHIP

Date:	November ___, 2013

Campfire Leader:	___________________________________

Campfire Theme:	Lest We Forget

Time Allowed:	45-60 minutes

Official Opening:	Last Night I Had The Strangest Dream (Sing or Say)
	One World (2-Part Round)
	Campfire

Well Known Song:	The Cruel War
	We Are Marching to Pretoria

Part Songs:	Buddies and Pals (2-Part Song)
	Tyrolean Trampling Song (2-Part Song)

Fun Songs:	I Don’t Want No More of Army Life

Action Songs:	Do Your Ears Hang Low?
	The Grand Old Duke of York

Skit:	Military Genius Skit

Reading:	Why We Wear A Poppy – Don Crawford

Quieter Songs:	Little Poppy (4-Part Round)
	Blowing in the Wind
	Where Have All the Flower Gone – Peter Seeger

Reflection:	In Flanders Fields – John McCrae
	Reply to Flanders Fields – John Mitchell

Spiritual:	Let There Be Peace On Earth - Sy Miller & Jill Jackson

Vespers & Taps:	We Shall Overcome
	Taps

Last Night I Had the Strangest Dream

Last night I had the strangest dream

I ever dreamed before

I dreamed the world had all agreed

To put an end to war

I dreamed I saw a mighty room

The room was filled with men

And the papers they were signing said

They’d never fight again

And when the papers were all signed

And a million copies made

They all joined hands and bowed their heads

And grateful prayers were prayed

And the people in the streets below

Were dance round and round

And guns and swords and uniforms

Were scattered on the ground

Last night I had the strangest dream

I ever dreamed before

I dreamed the world had all agreed

To put an end to war

As we remember …

One World (2-Part Round)

A plea for one world is heard in many different lands.

This is a plea of a world that is hungry for peace.

Let all men come together

Striving to make the world better,

Pledging their lives to peace.

Campfire

Gather round the fire tonight, Ho-la hi, Ho-la ho.

Let us sing with all our might, Ho-la, hi-la ho.

Chorus:

How we remember those happy days

Ho-la hi, ho-la ho,

Spent in the light of a campfire blaze

Ho-la hi-la ho.

First a round and then a song, Ho-la hi, Ho-la ho.

Then some yells though not too long, Ho-la hi-la ho.

Round the world our campfires burn, Ho-la hi, Ho-la ho.

While our thoughts to B-P turn, Ho-la hi-la ho.

The Cruel War

The Cruel War is raging, Johnny has to fight
I want to be with him from morning to night.
I want to be with him, it grieves my heart so,
Won't you let me go with you?
No, my love, no.

Tomorrow is Sunday, Monday is the day
that your Captain will call you and you must obey.
Your captain will call you it grieves my heart so,
Won't you let me go with you?
No, my love, no.

I'll tie back my hair, men's clothing I'll put on,
I'll pass as your comrade, as we march along.
I'll pass as your comrade, no one will ever know.
Won't you let me go with you?
No, my love, no.

Oh Johnny, oh Johnny, I fear you are unkind
I love you far better than all of mankind.
I love you far better than words can e're express
Won't you let me go with you?
Yes, my love, yes.

Yes, My Love, Yes.

We Are Marching to Pretoria

Chorus:

We are marching to Pretoria, Pretoria, Pretoria
We are marching to Pretoria
Pretoria, Hooorah!

You sing with me, I'll sing with you and so we will sing together
So we will sing together
So we will sing together
Sing with me, I'll sing with you and so we will sing together
As we march along.

We are marching to Pretoria, Pretoria, Pretoria
We are marching to Pretoria
Pretoria, Hooorah!

Buddies and Pals (2-Part Song)

You and me, we’re gonna be partners.

You and me, we’re gonna be pals,

You and me, we’re gonna be partners:

Buddies and pals.

You and me, we started off strangers,

You and me, we came from afar,

You and me, we started off strangers;

Now we are friends.

Tyrolean Trampling Song (2-Part Song) - Switzerland

Tra la la la la la la la,

Tra la la la la la la la.

I Don’t Want No More of Army Life

The clothing in the army
They say is mighty fine
But me and all my buddies
can all fit into mine

Chorus:

Oh I have had enough of army life
Gee, mom I want to go
Hey, mom I'd like to go
Gee, mom I want to go home!

The shoes that they give you
They say are mighty fine
You ask for number seven
They give you number nine

The coffee in the army
They say is mighty fine
It looks like muddy water
And tastes like turpentine

The biscuits in the army
They say are mighty fine
but one rolled off the table
And killed a pal of mine

The money that they give you
They say is mighty fine
They give you fifty dollars
And take back forty nine

Oh, the coffee that they give you,
They say is mighty fine,
Good for cuts and bruises,
And tastes like iodine.

Oh, the chicken that they give you,
They say is mighty fine,
A leg fell off the table,
And started marching time.

Do Your Ears Hang Low?

Do your ears hang low?

Do they wobble to and fro?

Can you tie them in a knot?

Can you tie them in a bow?

Can you throw them over your shoulder?

Like a continental soldier

Do your ears hang low?

Actions:

Ears hang low - tug at earlobes

Wobble to and fro - wave hands back in forth

Tie them in a knot - tie an invisible knot

Tie them in a bow - tie an invisible bow

Throw them over your shoulder - toss something over your shoulder

Continental soldier - salute

Ears hang low - tug at earlobes

The Grand Old Duke of York

The Grand Old Duke of York

He had ten thousand men

He marched them up to the top of the hill

And he marched them down again

And when they were up they were up

And when they were down they were down

And when they were only half-way up

They were neither up nor down!

Actions:

Every time you sing the word "up", stand up. When you sing the word "down", sit down. On "half-way up", stand up with knees bent. Repeat the song a number of times, getting faster. To totally confuse everyone, reverse the actions (e.g. sit down on "up", stand up on "down")

Military Genius Skit

Sergeant is drilling a group of uniformed men, who are a pretty sloppy lot - shoestrings untied, shirt tails out, collars unbuttoned, hats at odd angles etc.

Sergeant drills in a march, but they go in the wrong directions, trip while turning, and so on.

Finally, he has of the group marching left and the other half marching right. He instructs them to reverse direction and turn and march toward each other. Instead of passing between each other, they meet head on and all fall down.

Sergeant weeps bitterly into a large handkerchief, proclaims to quit the army and walks off stage.

Why Wear a Poppy – Don Crawford

"Please wear a poppy," the lady said,
And held one forth, but I shook my head.
Then I stopped and watched as she offered them there,
And her face was old and lined with care;

But beneath the scars the years had made
There remained a smile that refused to fade.
A boy came whistling down the street,
Bouncing along on care-free feet.

His smile was full of joy and fun,
"Lady," said he, "may I have one?"
When she'd pinned it on, he turned to say;
"Why do we wear a poppy today?"

The lady smiled in her wistful way
And answered; "This is Remembrance Day.
And the poppy there is a symbol for
The gallant men who died in war.

And because they did, you and I are free -
That's why we wear a poppy, you see.
I had a boy about your size,
With golden hair and big blue eyes.

He loved to play and jump and shout,
Free as a bird, he would race about.
As the years went by, he learned and grew,
And became a man - as you will, too.

He was fine and strong, with a boyish smile,
But he'd seemed with us such a little while
When war broke out and he went away.
I still remember his face that day.

When he smiled at me and said, 'Goodbye,
I'll be back soon, Mum, please don't cry.'
But the war went on and he had to stay,
And all I could do was wait and pray.

His letters told of the awful fight
(I can see it still in my dreams at night),
With the tanks and guns and cruel barbed wire,
And the mines and bullets, the bombs and fire.

Till at last, at last, the war was won -
And that's why we wear a poppy, son."
The small boy turned as if to go,
Then said, "Thanks, lady, I'm glad to know.

That sure did sound like an awful fight
But your son - did he come back all right?"
A tear rolled down each faded cheek;
She shook her head, but didn't speak

I slunk away in a sort of shame,
And if you were me, you'd have done the same:

For our thanks, in giving, if oft delayed,
Though our freedom was bought - and thousands paid!

And so, when we see a poppy worn,
Let us reflect on the burden borne
By those who gave their very all
When asked to answer their country's call

That we at home in peace might live.
Then wear a poppy! Remember - and Give!

Little Poppy (4-Part Round) – Tune: Frere Jacque

Little poppy, little poppy,

Given to me, given to me,

Help me keep Canada, help me keep Canada,

Safe and free, safe and free.

Where Have All the Flowers Gone – Pete Seeger

Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing?

Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago?

Where have all the flowers gone?

Young girls picked them everyone.