i once was a boy scout
at Carey schools camp
we put up our tents
and sang our camp songs
around campfires of logs
neath pine trees so tall
and listened to sounds of wood pigeons call
we walked through the purbecks
and corfe in one day
we carried our rucksacks
full pack all the way
then we had breakfast at the foot of the hill
neath the castle of bankes
and i remember it still
we rode out to brownsea
home of our clan
and had a nice red complexion
and a lovely dark tan
we did all the actions and sang all the songs
thats how we grew up healthy and strong