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Our Favourite Campfire Songs!

Campfires Burning
Barges
Pink Pyjamas

Campfires burning, campfires burning

Draw nearer, draw nearer

In the gloaming, In the gloaming

come sign and be merry!

 

Sung as a round, a quieter song to calm everyone down enough to go off to bed!

 

Ging Gang Gooli

Ging gang gooli gooli gooli watcha, ging gang goo, ging gang goo. [Repeat.]


Heyla, heyla sheyla, heyla sheyla heyla ho. [Repeat.]


Shali walli, shali walli, shali walli, shali walli,
Oompha, Oompah . . .


Sing as a round, with one group continuing with the “Oompah” and another singing the song again from the beginning; then switch.

Chorus:

Barges, I would like to go with you, 
I would like to sail the ocean blue.
Barges, have you treasures in your hold?
Do you fight with priates brave and bold?

 

Out of my window looking in the night,

I can see the barges flickering light.

Silently flows the river to the sea,

As the barges go by silently.

 

Chorus

 

Out of my window looking in the night,
I can see the barges flickering light.
Starboard shining green and port is shining red,
I can see the barges from my bed.

 

Chorus

 

Out of my window looking in the night,
I can see the barges flickering light.
Anchors start to pull and engines start to roar,
As the barges pull away from shore.

 

Chorus

 

Out of my window looking in the night,
I can see the barges flickering light.
Stars are brightly lighting up the sky,
As the barges seem to skip right by.

 

Chorus

 

Out of my window looking in the night
I can see the barges flickering light.
Taking their cargo out into the sea,
How I wish someday they'd take me.

 

Chorus

 

How my heart wants to sail away with you,
As you sail across the ocean blue.
But I must stay beside my window clear,
As the barges sail away from here.

 

Chorus

(Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic)


I wear my pink pyjamas in the summer when it’s hot.


I wear my flannel nighties in the winter when it’s not.


And sometimes in the springtime and sometimes in the fall,


I jump right in between the sheets with nothing on at all.


Glory, glory, Hallelujah;
Glory, glory, what’s it to ya?
Balmy breezes blowing through ya,
With nothing on at all.

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