• Fifth Grade Camp Songs
    These are the songs we sing at camp. The Rockin' Roos accompany some of them on guitars as we sing around the fire. These timeless classics can be enjoyed any time of year.

    John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmit
    John Jacon Jingleheimer Schmit
    That's my name, too
    Whenever I go out
    The people always shout
    "There goes John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmit"
    Na na na na na na na

    (Repeat, getting softer each time)

    My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean
    My Bonnie lies over the ocean
    My Bonnie lies over the sea
    My Bonnie lies over the ocean
    So bring back my Bonnie to me

    Bring back, bring back
    Oh bring back my Bonnie to me, to me
    Bring back, bring back
    Oh bring back my Bonnie to me

    One Bottle of Pop
    One bottle of pop, two bottle of pop
    Three bottle of pop, four bottle of pop
    Five bottle of pop, six bottle of pop
    Seven bottle of pop, POP!

    Don't put your muck in my dustpan
    My dustpan, my dustpan
    Don't put your muck in my dustpan
    My dustpan's full

    Fish and chips and vinegar
    Vinegar, vinegar
    Fish and chips and vinegar
    Pepper pepper pepper, POP!

    (Sing all together or as a two- or three-part round)

    My Aunt Came Back
    My aunt came back...from old Japan…
    And she brought with her...a big hand fan.
    My aunt came back...from old Algiers…
    And she brought with her...a pair of shears.
    My aunt came back...from Holland too…
    And she brought with her… a wooden shoe.
    My aunt came back...from the New York Fair…
    And she brought with her… a rocking chair.
    My aunt came back… from Timbuktu…
    And she brought with her… a nut like you!

    Baby Bumblebee
    I’m bringing home my baby bumble bee
    Won’t my Mommy be so proud of me,
    I’m bringing home my baby bumble bee,
    OUCH!  It stung me!

    I’m squishing up my baby bumble bee
    Won’t my Mommy be so proud of me,
    I’m squishing up my baby bumble bee.
    Oooh!  What a mess!

    I’m licking up my baby bumble bee
    Won’t my Mommy be so proud of me,
    I’m licking up my baby bumble bee.
    Oh, oh!  I don’t feel so good.

    I’m burping up my baby bumble bee
    Won’t my Mommy be so proud of me,
    I’m burping up my baby bumble bee.
    Oooh!  All over the floor!

    I’m cleaning up my baby bumble bee
    Won’t my Mommy be so proud of me,
    I’m cleaning up my baby bumble bee.
    All clean!

    I’m bringing home a baby dinosaur…
    Mom,  what are you doing on the floor? 

    The Bear Song
    The other day  (echo:  The other day)
    I met a bear  (I met a bear)
    Out in the woods  Out in the woods
    A way out there.  A way out there.
    (Both groups sing together:)
    The other day I met a bear,
    Out in the woods a way out there. 

    He looked at me.
    I looked at him.
    He sized me up.
    I sized up him. 

    And so I ran
    Away from there,
    But right behind
    Me was that bear! 

    Ahead of me
    I saw a tree.
    A great big tree.
    Oh, lucky me. 

    The lowest branch,
    Was ten feet up.
    I’d have to jump
    And trust my luck. 

    And so I jumped
    Into the air.
    But I missed that branch
    Away up there! 

    Now don’t you fret,
    And don’t you frown,
    ‘Cause I caught that branch
    On my way back down. 

    The moral of
    This story proves
    Don’t talk to bears
    In tennis shoes. 

    I Love the Mountains
    I love the mountains,
    I love the rolling hills,
    I love the flowers,
    I love the daffodils,

    I love the fireside,
    When all the lights are low.
    Boom de a da, Boom de a da,
    Boom de a da, Boom de a da,  

    On Top of Spaghetti
    On top of spaghetti,
    all covered with cheese,
    I lost my poor meatball
    when somebody sneezed. 

    It rolled off the table,
    and onto the floor.
    And then my poor meatball
    rolled out of the door.

    It rolled in the garden,
    and under a bush.
    And then my poor meatball
    was covered with mush!

    The mush was as tasty,
    as tasty could be,
    And the very next summer
    it grew into a tree. 

    The tree was all covered,
    all covered with moss,
    And on it grew meatballs,
    all covered with sauce.

    So if you have spaghetti,
    all covered with cheese,
    Hold onto your meatball,
    ‘cause someone might sneeze. 

    Home on the Range
    Oh give me a home where the buffalo roam,
    Where the deer and the antelope play,
    Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
    And the skies are not cloudy all day.

    Home, home on the range,
    Where the deer and the antelope play,
    Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
    And the skies are not cloudy all day.

    Clementine
    In a cavern, in a canyon,
    Excavating for a mine
    Dwelt a miner forty-niner,
    And his daughter, Clementine

    CHORUS:

    Oh, my darlin, oh, my darlin,
    Oh, my darlin Clementine
    You were 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.

    REPEAT CHORUS

    Drove the ducklings to the water,
    Every morning just at nine,
    Hit her foot against a splinter,
    Fell into the foaming brine.

    REPEAT CHORUS

    Ruby lips above the water,
    Blowing bubbles soft and fine,
    Alas for me, I was no swimmer,
    So I lost my Clementine.
     

    Skip to My Lou
    Flies in the buttermilk, shoo fly shoo.
    Flies in the buttermilk, shoo fly shoo.
    Flies in the buttermilk, shoo fly shoo.
    Skip to my lou, my darling.

    CHORUS:

    Skip, skip, skip to my lou.
    Skip, skip, skip to my lou.
    Skip, skip, skip to my lou.
    Skip to my lou, my darling.

    Little red wagon painted blue.
    Little red wagon painted blue.
    Little red wagon painted blue.
    Skip to my lou, my darling.

    Lost my partner, what’ll I do?
    Lost my partner, what’ll I do?
    Lost my partner, what’ll I do?
    Skip to my lou, my darling.

    I’ll find another one, better than you.
    I’ll find another one, better than you.
    I’ll find another one, better than you.
    Skip to my lou, my darling.

    Polly Wolly Doodle
    Oh, I went down south for to see my Sal
    Sing Polly Wolly Doodle all the day;
    My Sal , she is a spunky gal,
    Sing Polly Wolly Doodle all the day.

    CHORUS:

    Fare thee well, fare thee well,
    Fare thee well, my fairy fay,
    For I’m going to Louisiana,
    For to see my Susyanna
    Sing Polly Wolly Doodle all the day.

    A grasshopper sitting on a railroad track
    Sing Polly Wolly Doodle all the day.
    Picking his teeth with a carpet tack
    Sing Polly Wolly Doodle all the day.

    REPEAT CHORUS

    Along came a train and broke his back,
    Sing Polly Wolly Doodle all the day.
    Made his old tail go whickity-whack.
    Sing Polly Wolly Doodle all the day.

    REPEAT CHORUS

    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?

    (Repeat, going faster each time)

    Oh! Susanna!
    I come from Alabama
    With my banjo on my knee;
    I’m goin’ to Lou’siana
    My true love for to see.

    OH, SUSANNA, OH DON’T YOU CRY FOR ME;
    FOR I COME FROM ALABAMA WITH MY BANJO ON MY KNEE

    It rained all night the day I left,
    The weather it was dry;
    The sun so hot I froze to death,
    Susanna don’t you cry.

    OH, SUSANNA, OH DON’T YOU CRY FOR ME;
    FOR I COME FROM ALABAMA WITH MY BANJO ON MY KNEE

    I had a dream the other night,
    When everything was still;
    I thought I saw Susanna dear,
    A-coming down the hill.

    OH, SUSANNA, OH DON’T YOU CRY FOR ME;
    FOR I COME FROM ALABAMA WITH MY BANJO ON MY KNEE

    The buckwheat cake was in her mouth,
    The tear was in her eye,
    Said I, I’m coming from the south,
    Susanna don’t you cry.

    OH, SUSANNA, OH DON’T YOU CRY FOR ME;
    FOR I COME FROM ALABAMA WITH MY BANJO ON MY KNEE

    This Land is Your Land
    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.

    As I was 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.

    REPEAT CHORUS

    I’ve roamed & rambled,
    And I’ve followed my footsteps,
    Through the sparkling sands of
    Her diamond deserts,
    And all around me, a voice was chanting
    This land was made for you and me.

    REPEAT CHORUS

    As the sun was shining, and I was strolling
    Through the wheat fields waving
    And the dust clouds rolling
    As the fog was lifting, a voice was sounding,
    This land was made for you and me.

    This Old Man
    This old man, he plays one
    He plays knick knack on my thumb
    With a knick knack paddy wack
    Give a dog a bone
    This old man comes rolling home
    This old man, he plays two
    He plays knick knack on my shoe…

    This old man, he plays three
    He plays knick knack on my knee…

    This old man, he plays four
    He plays knick knack on my door…

    This old man, he plays five
    He plays knick knack on that hive…

    This old man, he plays six
    He plays knick knack on my sticks…

    This old man, he plays seven
    He plays knick knack up in heaven…

    This old man, he plays eight
    He plays knick knack on my gate…

    This old man, he plays nine
    He plays knick knack on my vine…

    This old man, he plays ten
    He plays knick knack all over again...

    She'll be Comin' 'Round the Mountain
    She'll be coming round the mountain
    when she comes 
    She'll be coming round the mountain
    when she comes
    She'll be coming round the mountain
    She'll be coming round the mountain
    She'll be coming round the mountain
    when she comes

    She'll be driving six white horses..(Yeehaw!)
    Oh, we'll all go out to meet her… (Hey, you!)
    She'll be wearing red pajamas...(Bright red!)
    She will have to stay with Grandma...(Snore)
    We'll be singing Hallelujah…(Haa-le-luia)
    We will all have chicken and dumplings... (Yum yum)