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In Girl Scout camp, a counselor (I think her counselor name was Drako) taught us this song.

I remember the song starting with the following words:

I have not got a mansion
I haven’t any land
Not even a paper dollar
To crinkle in your hand
But I can bring you moon beams

It is a very pretty song.

This appears to be the correct version (Source: Lyrics Mania).

I may not have mansion, I haven’t any land
Not even a paper dollar to crinkle in my hands
But I can show you morning on a thousand hills
And kiss you and give you seven daffodils.

I do not have a fortune to buy you pretty things
But I can weave you moonbeams for necklaces and rings
And I can show you morning on a thousand hills
And kiss you and give you seven daffodils.

Oh, seven golden daffodils all shining in the sun
To light our way to evening when our day is done
And I will give music and a crust of bread
And a pillow of piny boughs to rest your head.

A pillow of piny boughs to rest your head…

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Ah here is another one. It is funny what one can recall when looking at lyrics on the internet.

Skinna Marinky Dinky Dink
Skinna Marinky Do
I love you

Skinna Marinky Dinky Dink
Skinna Marinky Do
I love you

I love you in the morning
and in the afternoon
I love you in the evening
underneath the moon…..

Skinna Marinky Dinky Dink
Skinna Marinky Do
I love you

Hello everyone! Happy New Year!

I’ve been singing this song lately. It is another one from my youth. All the words, I found on Songs for Teaching. It was written by Carol Johnson.

Love grows, one by one
Two by two and four by four
Love grows ’round like a circle
And comes back knocking at your front door.

Note by note we make a song
Voice by voice we sing it…..

Love grows, one by one
Two by two and four by four
Love grows ’round like a circle
And comes back knocking at your front door.

So let me take your hand, my friend
We’ll each take the hand of another…..

Love grows, one by one
Two by two and four by four
Love grows ’round like a circle
And comes back knocking at your front door.

Source: Camp Chateaugay

We love you _______,
Oh, yes we do!
We love you _______,
And we’ll be true!
When you’re not near us,
We’re blue! Oh, _______,
we love you! Yes we do!
Oh, _______, we love you!
One more time!!
Oh, _______, we love you!
And again!
Oh, _______, we love you!

Source: Girl Scout Campfire Songs

The cutest boy
(echo: the cutest boy)
I ever saw
(I ever saw)
Was sipping ci
(was sipping ci)
der through a straw
(der through a straw)
The cutest boy I ever saw
was sipping cider through a straw.

I asked him if
(I asked him if)
he’d show me how
(he’d show me how)
To sip some ci
(to sip some ci)
der through a straw
(der through a straw)
I asked him if he’d show me how
to sip some cider through a straw.

He said of course
(he said of course)
he’d show me how
(he’d show me how)
To sip some ci
(to sip some ci)
der through a straw (der through a straw)

He said of course he’d show me how
to sip some cider through a straw.

First cheek to cheek
(first cheek to cheek)
then jaw to jaw
(then jaw to jaw)
We sipped some ci
(we sipped some ci)
der through a straw
(der through a straw)
First cheek to cheek
then jaw to jaw
we sipped some cider
through a straw.

Then all at once
(then all at once)
that darn straw slipped
(that darn straw slipped)
And we were sip
(and we were sip)
ping lip to lip (ping lip to lip)
Then all at once
that darn straw slipped
and we were sipping lip to lip.

That’s how I got
(that’s how I got)
my mother-in-law
(my mother-in-law)
And 49 kids
(and 49 kids)
who call me Ma
(who call me Ma)
That’s how I got my
mother-in-law
and 49 kids who call me Ma

The moral of
(the moral of)
this story is
(this story is)
Do not sip ci
(do not sip ci)
der through a straw
(der through a straw)
The moral of this story is
do not sip cider
through a straw.

There are some alternation versions of this one in a discussion here.

From YouTube:

Looks like a fun camp song.

My puppy is named Daisy so this one has a special part in my heart:

Daisy, Daisy,
Give me your answer due.

I’m half crazy,
All for the love of you.

It won’t be a stylish marriage.
I can’t afford a carriage.

But you’ll look sweet,
Upon the seat,
Of a bicycle built for two.

Here is a nice long version. I don’t recall knowing any of this.

Source: National Institutes of Health

by Harry Dacre, 1892

There is a flower
Within my heart,
Daisy, Daisy!
Planted one day
By a glancing dart,
Planted by Daisy Bell!
Whether she loves me
Or loves me not,
Sometimes it’s hard to tell;
Yet I am longing to share the lot –
Of beautiful Daisy Bell!

Daisy, Daisy,
Give me your answer do!
I’m half crazy,
All for the love of you!
It won’t be a stylish marriage,
I can’t afford a carriage
But you’ll look sweet upon the seat
Of a bicycle made for two.

We will go ‘tandem’
As man and wife,
Daisy, Daisy!
‘Peddling’ away
Down the road of life,
I and my Daisy Bell!
When the road’s dark
We can both despise
P’licemen and ‘lamps’ as well;
There are ‘bright lights’
In the dazzling eyes
Of beautiful Daisy Bell!

Daisy, Daisy,
Give me your answer do!
I’m half crazy,
All for the love of you!
It won’t be a stylish marriage,
I can’t afford a carriage
But you’ll look sweet upon the seat
Of a bicycle made for two.

I will stand by you
In ‘weal’ or woe,
[“weal” means prosperity] Daisy, Daisy!
You’ll be the bell(e)
Which I’ll ring you know!
Sweet little Daisy Bell!
You’ll take the ‘lead’
In each ‘trip’ we take,
Then if I don’t do well,
I will permit you to
Use the brake,
My beautiful Daisy Bell!

From my memory:

—— and —— (* Names a boy and girl *)
Sitting in a tree.
K-I-S-S-I-N-G.
First comes love,
Then comes marriage,
The comes the baby
with the baby carriage.

Some small differences…

Source: Eskimo

—— and —— (* Names a boy and girl *)
Sitting in a tree.
K-I-S-S-I-N-G.
First comes love,
Then comes marriage,
Then comes (another kids names)
With a baby carriage.

Oh look at this. I found another verse.

Source: Mama Lisa

(Girl’s name) and (boy’s name) sitting in the tree
K-i-s-s-i-n-g! (spell it out)
First comes love.
Then comes marriage.
Then comes baby in the baby carriage,
Sucking his thumb,
Wetting his pants,
Doing the hula, hula dance!


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