Wood Badge Songs
(Tune: The Navy Hymn)
To help young boys grow into men,
Lord Baden-Powell gave us a plan.
On Gilwell Field the course the course was laid,
To mold young minds from day to day.
"A game with purpose" is the call,
We offer scouting to one and all.
Our Wood Badge beads are worn with pride,
The ideals held are wor-ld-wide.
A brotherhood of Scouters, we
Will strive to keep the leg-a-cy.
A good turn daily is the test,
"On my honor", We will do our best
by Ken Tilghman
Wood Badge Favorite Things
(Tune: These are a few of my favorite Things)
Raindrops on canvas and blisters on feet
Gilwell park where the wood badgers all meet
Aluminum camp gear with all of it’s dings
These are a few of my favorite things!
CHORUS:
When the tick bites, when the sweat stings
When I'm feeling sad,
I simply remember my favorite things
and then I don't feeel so bad
Soot covered ovens and warm apple strudels
Staff in the field, have lost all of their noodles
Time honored values with songs that we sing
These are a few of my favorite things!
CHORUS
Boy Scouts in field dress with merit badge sashes
Sturdy camp gadgets all tied up with lashes
Silver haired scoutmasters, steps that still springs
These are a few of my favorite things!
When the tick bites, when the sweat stings
When I'm feeling sad,
I simply remember my favorite things
and then I don't feel... Soooooo... Baaaaad!
by the Owls of SR-593
(Tune of Amazing Grace)
Our Wood Badge lives have now begun,
The end we’ll never know.
With the things we’ve learned and skills we’ve gained
Our service to youth will grow.
And as we work our tickets through,
Our Wood Badge we will receive.
The youth we serve can change the world
In this we must believe.
With every child that we teach,
The Spirit of Scouting swells.
And it all began with one great man,
Lord Baden-Powell of Gilwell.
Jared A. Olschewski
Bear from WE2-589-3-00
Written for W7-589-04 as Quartermaster
Wood Badge Hymn of Gilwell
(Tune Battle Hymn of the Republic)
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the vision of B.P.
Twenty two young scouts went out and began the Legacy.
The acorn BP planted there has grown the scouting tree
And his dream goes marching on.
Glory, glory Halleluiah!
Glory, glory Halleluiah!
Glory, glory Halleluiah!
His dream goes marching on!
At Gilwell Field BP taught others how to lead.
Now we're members of Troop One, working to earn our beads.
We'll work our tickets, live Scout Law and daily turn a deed,
And the Dream goes marching on!
Glory, glory Halleluiah!
Glory, glory Halleluiah!
Glory, glory Halleluiah!
His dream goes marching on!
Written by:
Dena Roberson
Bobwhite Patrol
Wood Badge WE5-60-05
The Badgered Wood Badger
(With profound apologies to Bill Gilbert, Art Sulivan
and AdmiralSir Joseph Porter, D.C.B)
At Wood Badge camp I served a span
As junior helper to the clean-up man.
I burned the garbage and I cleaned the bunks,
And I chased through the forest after coons and skunks.
Chorus:
He chased through the forest after coons and skunks.
I chased those critters with zip and zing,
So they finally awarded me a Wood Badge string.
Chorus:
He chased those critters with zip and zing,
Till they finally awarded him a Wood Badge string.
As clean-up man I gained such fame
That vice-dishwasher I soon became.
I scrubbed the silver and I scoured the pans,
And rinsed the dishes in a garbage can.
Chorus:
He rinsed the dishes in a garbage can.
I dried those dishes with a mighty swing,
So they finally awarded me a Wood Badge string.
Chorus:
He dried those dishes with a mighty swing,
So they finally awarded him a Wood Badge string.
One day I started to relax,
So someone handed me a woodman's axe;
I chopped and hauled and sawed and split,
But the wood-pile never seemed to grow a bit.
Chorus:
No, the wood-pile never seemed to grow a bit.
I kept the fires a-smoldering
Till they finally awarded me a Wood Badge string.
Chorus:
He kept the fires a-smoldering
Till they finally awarded him a Wood Badge string.
My fires smoldered dim and red
Until they made me cook instead;
I spilled the pudding and I burned the meat
Till there was nothing in the place to eat.
Chorus:
No, there was nothing in the place to eat.
And so as cook I had my fling,
And they finally awarded me a Wood Badge string.
Chorus:
And so as cook he had his fling,
And they finally awarded him a Wood Badge string
On service patrol I did my bit
At cleaning up the building where the people sit;
I swept the floor and I spread the lime,
And I did a little sitting on my own spare time.
Chorus:
He did a little sitting on his own spare time.
I sat so little on that wooded thing
That they finally awarded me a Wood Badge string.
Chorus:
He sat so little on that wooded thing
That they finally awarded him a Wood Badge string.
Our service work, it was so grand,
We were all promoted to the kudu band;
We blew and blew, and we raised a shout
When finally a feeble little note came out.
Chorus:
Yes, finally a feeble little note came out.
I made that note through the woods to ring
Till they finally awarded me a Wood Badge string.
Chorus:
He made that note through the woods to ring
Till they finally awarded him a Wood Badge string.
We hurried around with ne'er a break
Till muscle and nerve began to shake,
But I achieved such self-control
I was made the leader of the whole patrol.
Chorus:
He was made the leader of the whole patrol.
My patrol did march and shout and sing
Till they finally awarded me a Wood Badge string.
Chorus:
His patrol did march and shout and sing
Till they finally awarded him a Wood Badge string.
So, Scouters, that's my story sad
Of the toilsome winning of the Gilwell Plaid.
You walk and work from sun to sun,
But still you're sorry when the week is done.
Chorus:
Oh, yes, you're sorry when the week is done.
So never draw the line at a dawgone thing
If you want to be rewarded with a Wood Badge string.
So never draw the line at a dawgone thing
If you want to be rewarded with a Wood Badge string.
Chorus:
No, never draw the line at a dawgone thing
If you want to be rewarded with a Wood Badge string.
Submitted by Philip R. Gingrow, Jr.
Copyright 2005
by Scott Bartu and the Antelope Patrol C-45-05
The is the Slam, this is the one
We're doing Wood Badge like it ain't been done
The is the Slam, this is the one
We're doing Wood Badge like it ain't been done
From the North and South, and the East and West
From all over the Council come the brightest and best
We come here to Gilwell to get the job done
We're gonna run the ticket, cuz we are Troop 1.
The is the Slam, this is the one
We're doing Wood Badge like it ain't been done
The is the Slam, this is the one
We're doing Wood Badge like it ain't been done
Everyone knows Beavers have a big bite
But their strength is the family, they stay real tight
Their the toughest team on the whole darn planet
And when they reach their goal you can only say Dam It!
The is the Slam, this is the one
We're doing Wood Badge like it ain't been done
The is the Slam, this is the one
We're doing Wood Badge like it ain't been done
A Bobwhite is quiet and misunderstood
They just don't get all the respect that they should
Their best in your corner is you're in a tough fight
Cuz there's power in the numbers when the Bobwhites take flight.
The is the Slam, this is the one
We're doing Wood Badge like it ain't been done
The is the Slam, this is the one
We're doing Wood Badge like it ain't been done
The Eagle is the strongest of the birds it's true
Beware that they always have their eyes on you
When an Eagle takes flight it's purpose is clear
It will help a scout face and conquer their fear.
The is the Slam, this is the one
We're doing Wood Badge like it ain't been done
The is the Slam, this is the one
We're doing Wood Badge like it ain't been done
A Fox is much more than a red bushy tail
They're elusive and cunning as they blaze a new trail
They learn and adapt as they draw on their wit
You can always depend on them, they just don't quit.
The is the Slam, this is the one
We're doing Wood Badge like it ain't been done
The is the Slam, this is the one
We're doing Wood Badge like it ain't been done
An Owl's not a bird brain as some might think
They make wise decisions without even a blink
There's just one thing that the Owls want to know
Who's your Daddy? And tell me real slow.
The is the Slam, this is the one
We're doing Wood Badge like it ain't been done
The is the Slam, this is the one
We're doing Wood Badge like it ain't been done
Bears have power that is second to none
They are smart and cunning and they get the job done
If you need a friend and think nobody cares
Remember there's a reason that we call them Care Bears.
The is the Slam, this is the one
We're doing Wood Badge like it ain't been done
The is the Slam, this is the one
We're doing Wood Badge like it ain't been done
Buffalo is the call when they're coming your way
They are brave and they're sturdy and they do not stray
The beast is a quiet one that takes no lip
But beware of the mighty Buffalo Chip!
The is the Slam, this is the one
We're doing Wood Badge like it ain't been done
The is the Slam, this is the one
We're doing Wood Badge like it ain't been done
The Antelope likes to run, it runs fast and free
It has grace and speed it's really something to see
They can run all day and they'll set the pace
It takes all of us together to finish this race!
The is the Slam, this is the one
We're doing Wood Badge like it ain't been done
The is the Slam, this is the one
We're doing Wood Badge like it ain't been done
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