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Strange songs you sang at Guides/Scouts

So I had a right strange dream the other night and some lyrics stayed with me all day that I was singing in the dream.
I had to look them up and it all came flooding back to me.
It was a song I learned at a camp when I was a girl guide in Dartford. When we all piled into the back of a lorry sat on top of all the kit and went off for a week of complete nonsense.

This was the one;

He jumped without a parachute from twenty thousand feet

He jumped without a parachute from twenty thousand feet

He jumped without a parachute from twenty thousand feet

And he ain’t gonna jump no more

Glory glory what a hell of a way to die

Glory glory what a hell of a way to die

Glory glory what a hell of a way to die

And he ain’t gonna hump no more

He landed on the pavement like a lump of strawberry jam

He landed on the pavement like a lump of strawberry jam

He landed on the pavement like a lump of strawberry jam

And he ain’t gonna jump no more

 They put him in a match box and they sent him home to mum

They put him in a match box and they sent him home to mum

They put him in a match box and they sent him home to mum

And he ain’t gonna jump no more

She put him on the mantel piece for everyone to see

She put him on the mantel piece for everyone to see

She put him on the mantel piece for everyone to see

And he ain’t gonna jump no more

She put him on the table when the Vicar came to tea

She put him on the table when the Vicar came to tea

She put him on the table when the Vicar came to tea

And he ain’t gonna jump no more

The Vicar spread him on some toast and said what lovely jam

The Vicar spread him on some toast and said what lovely jam

The Vicar spread him on some toast and said what lovely jam

And he ain’t gonna jump no more

Glory glory what a hell of a way to die

Suspended by your braces when you don’t know how to fly

Glory glory what a hell of a way to die

And he ain’t gonna jump no more


I mean, I think I must have been ten at the most 😳

It’s opened a can of worms in my head as loads are flooding back to me.


Anyone else remember any?

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  • Something about our Goolies... Thats'all I remember!
  • Some of the same ones mentioned, which I'd forgotten all about until I read them!

    Also:

    My old man's a dustman,
    A dustman my old man,
    He took us to a football match, Tottenham v West Ham.
    Fatty passed to skinny, 
    Skinny passed it back,
    Fatty took a hell of a shot that knocked the keeper flat.
    Where was the keeper, when the ball was in the net?
    Halfway up a goalpost with his knickers round his neck.

    And the "On top of spaghetti..." one about losing your meatball when somebody sneezed.
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  • edited October 2023
    See this thread is gonna descend into all sorts of bawdy offerings...

    Do ya balls hang low
    Can ya swing 'em to and fro
    Can ya tie 'em in a knot
    Can ya tie 'em in a bow
    Do ya get a funny feelin'
    When they're hangin' from the ceiling
    Oh ya never be a sailor if ya balls hang low...
  • Some of the same ones mentioned, which I'd forgotten all about until I read them!

    Also:

    My old man's a dustman,
    A dustman my old man,
    He took us to a football match, Tottenham v West Ham.
    Fatty passed to skinny, 
    Skinny passed it back,
    Fatty took a hell of a shot that knocked the keeper flat.
    Where was the keeper, when the ball was in the net?
    Halfway up a goalpost with his knickers round his neck.

    And the "On top of spaghetti..." one about losing your meatball when somebody sneezed.
    Yes! I remember that one & the spaghetti one!

    On top of spagetti all covered with cheese
    I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed
    It rolled off the table, it rolled on 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 nothing but mush.
    The mush was as tasty as tasty could be,
    And early next summer it grew to a tree.
    The tree was all covered with beautiful moss
    It grew great big meatballs and tomato sauce.
    So if you eat spaghetti all covered with cheesw,
    Hold on to your meatball and don't ever sneeze.

    Love it!
  • Days were so much simpler then... Hours of innocent fun!
  • The Mayor of Bayswater's Daughter.
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  • She was only the Mayors daughter, but she let the borough surveyor!
  • There's a hole in my bucket...
  • She was only the fishmongers daughter..
    But she lay on the slab and said fillet...


  • I remember “I vow to thee my country” but then I was always a bit of a girlie swot  :blush:
  • I know one about someone going to see the Pope ……
  • I remember our Akela doing the "We're all going on a bear hunt......" story, sitting round the campfire in the woods in the Scout campsite in Downe
  • My dad had a book of these campfire songs. I can only remember The Quartermaster's Stores, which for some reason had the chorus "My eyes are dim, I cannot see, I have not brought my specs with me, I have not brought my specs with me."

    My equivalent was a book of rugby songs, including The Good Ship Venus and I Don't Want to Join the Army.
  • Gribbo said:
    I remember our Akela doing the "We're all going on a bear hunt......" story, sitting round the campfire in the woods in the Scout campsite in Downe
    I can't remember exactly where we went but it felt like we were on the motorway for ages. It was probably made worse as being in the back of the lorry there wasn't any windows lol
    But it was near a church cos we had a midnight walk through the graveyard lol
    And one morning we woke up & our leaders bloomers were on the top of the flagpole. 
    Obviously all a total set up but we found it hilarious.
    Brilliant time 🤣🤣
  • edited October 2023
    So I had a right strange dream the other night and some lyrics stayed with me all day that I was singing in the dream.
    I had to look them up and it all came flooding back to me.
    It was a song I learned at a camp when I was a girl guide in Dartford. When we all piled into the back of a lorry sat on top of all the kit and went off for a week of complete nonsense.

    This was the one;

    He jumped without a parachute from twenty thousand feet

    He jumped without a parachute from twenty thousand feet

    He jumped without a parachute from twenty thousand feet

    And he ain’t gonna jump no more

    Glory glory what a hell of a way to die

    Glory glory what a hell of a way to die

    Glory glory what a hell of a way to die

    And he ain’t gonna hump no more


    Well he wouldn't if he had jumped 20000 feet without a parachute  :D
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  • Wilma said:
    Sound better when read out loud:

    Arsehole
    Arsehole 
    A soldier I shall be 

    Too piss
    Too piss
    Two pistols at my knee

    Fuck you
    Fuck you
    For curiosity

    Fight for the old c... 
    Fight for the old c... 
    Fight for the old country 

    I remember most of the other songs mentioned. I was a brownie, guide and then a young leader. Not sure I was a good influence on impressionable young girls! 
    This is the song I opened this thread to see. 

    Shame scout association sold off Downe during COVID. Was a place with many happy memories. 
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  • My dad had a book of these campfire songs. I can only remember The Quartermaster's Stores, which for some reason had the chorus "My eyes are dim, I cannot see, I have not brought my specs with me, I have not brought my specs with me."

    My equivalent was a book of rugby songs, including The Good Ship Venus and I Don't Want to Join the Army.
    One of the verses of the quartermaster song went
    “There were chips, chips as big as battleships in the store in the store
    there were chips chips as big as battleships in the quartermasters store” 

  • Wilma said:
    Sound better when read out loud:

    Arsehole
    Arsehole 
    A soldier I shall be 

    Too piss
    Too piss
    Two pistols at my knee

    Fuck you
    Fuck you
    For curiosity

    Fight for the old c... 
    Fight for the old c... 
    Fight for the old country 

    I remember most of the other songs mentioned. I was a brownie, guide and then a young leader. Not sure I was a good influence on impressionable young girls! 
    Bloody hell, where did you go Brownies? Toxteth?
    Nah, Dartford! 
  • Simpler times....
  • Wilma said:
    Wilma said:
    Sound better when read out loud:

    Arsehole
    Arsehole 
    A soldier I shall be 

    Too piss
    Too piss
    Two pistols at my knee

    Fuck you
    Fuck you
    For curiosity

    Fight for the old c... 
    Fight for the old c... 
    Fight for the old country 

    I remember most of the other songs mentioned. I was a brownie, guide and then a young leader. Not sure I was a good influence on impressionable young girls! 
    Bloody hell, where did you go Brownies? Toxteth?
    Nah, Dartford! 
    It was clearly a Dartford thing then as I remember that one too 🤣🤣
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