Camp Nawakwa - Yearbook (Biglerville, PA)

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40 U-La-Lee CWoi'cls in parentheses are spokenj Had I a tank full of gasoline Cgasolinej Back to Nawakwa I'd ride CI'd rideb.. There in the camp I would long remain Clong remainl. There I would stay till I died. C I diedj CSecond versej Had I a nice pair of water-wings Cwater- wingsj Back to Nawakwa I'd float. CI'd float lj There in the pool I would long remain Clong remainj, There I would Hoat like a boat. CSome boatlj CThird versej Had I a nice little aeroplane Caeroplanej Back to Nawakwa I'd fly, There in the mess hall I'd long remain flong remainj, There I would eat till I'd die. CI'd die lj CChorusj U-la-lee, u-la-lee, u-la-lee, CAgainj U-la-lee, u-la-lee-i g COnce morej U-la-lee, u-la-lee, u-la-lee, CConclusionJ U-la-lee, u-la-lee-i. tOn chorus after third verse-CThe Endj She'll Be Coming Round The Mountain CVV ith sound effectsj She'll be coming round the mountain- woo, woo O we'll all go out to meet her-hi babe Shelll be wearing pink pajamas-hubba, hubba VVe'1l kill the old red rooster-hack, hack VVe'll all have chicken dumplings-yum, yum She'll have to sleep with grandma -- - Snore - - . You're Always Behind You're always behind just like the old cow's tail You're no use at all just like a ship without a sail. When Gabriel comes on Judgment Day You'll be the last to hear him say You're always behind-just like an old cow's tail. What D'You Think Of Camp Nawahwa? What d'you think of Camp Nawakwa, now you're here? Don't you think you'd like to come another year? Talk about it, don't be still, Lutheran Camp upon the hill, Camp Nawakwa, Biglerville. CPa.j Camp N awulczea Buccaneer Song Lutheran campers we, we will ever be, To our camp we will be true. CWOW lj Lutheran campers we, we will ever be, To our camp we will be true, CYEOXIV U For the truth and right we'll ever stand Comrades true, united heart and hand. Lutheran campers we, we will ever be, To our camp we will be true, CYEOVV lj The Lady And The Crocodile She sailed away on a happy summer day On the back of a crocodile. You see, said she, he's as tame as he can beg I'll ride him down the Nile. The 'Croc' winked his eye as she bade her friends good-bye, VVearing a happy smile, At the end of the ride, the Lady was inside, And the smile on the crocodile. I'm A Nut I'm a little acorn brown Lying on the cold, cold ground. Everybody steps on me, That is why I'm cracked, you see. CHORUS I'm a nut 'l' ' I'm a nut ' ' I'm a nut ' ' I'm a nut! I call myself upon the phone just to hear my golden tone Ask myself about a date At the latest-half past eight. I love myself, I think I'm grand I go to the movies and hold my hand I put my arms around my waist If I get fresh, I slap my face. Rejected He asked to hold my hand: At once he was rejected: Although the feeling's grand, I would not be respected. v He asked me for a hug: Again he was rejected, Although the feeling's snug, I would not he respected. He asked me for a kiss, Once more he was rejected, Although the feeling's bliss I would not he respected. And now Iilll old and gray, 'diy men I :nn neglected. They call me an Old Miziiil, flnt by gosh Tilll respected. fi' H 4' 3' gl If' nv , tl' ar pf' 'I-r' ,fi vfi, 'arf' arf. un 1' ic' i I-lr' ,AAI Jul' si' all QOH' tal ,Q D 00 In 'sv am-an napa funn.. Sing E 92 'mag h ls-1 'RW 'Wu 'Q his :Wu -vu fl.- ii

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N. nil. 5 .N T Q lie'llI'I'UUli' J av 0 In 'S L a 11 11 er XYQ :ire climbing' ,lzlcolfs ladder, XXX' :ire climbing jacob's ladder, XYe are climbing jacob's ladder, Soldier of the Cross. 2. Every round goes higher, higher, etc. 3. Sinner. do you love my jesus? 4. If you love Him, why not serve Him? 5. Do you think I'd make a soldier? o. Rise, shine, give God glory! 7. XYe are climbing, higher, higher. CRt'P-l'l.llfL7d from Relz'gi0'us Folks Songs of the N cgro, edited by Dr. R. Nathaniel Dcftt, by pcrmissiovz of the Hampton In- stitute Prcss.j Lead On, O King Eternal E. NV. SHURTLEFF Lead on, O King Eternal, The day of march has come, Henceforth in fields of conquest Thy tents shall be our home. Through days of preparation Thy grace has made us strong, And now, O King Eternal, VVe lift our battle--song. Lead on, O King Eternal, Till sin's Herce war shall cease, And holiness shall whisper The sweet Amen of peace. For not with swords, loud clashing, Nor roll of stirring drums, VVith deeds of love and mercy, The heavenly kingdom comes. Lead on, O King Eternal, We follow, not with fears, And gladness breaks like morning VVhere'er thy face appears. Thy cross is lifted o'er us, Vtfe journey in its light, The crown awaits the conquestg Lead on, O God of might. Amen. Nawakwa TUNE: RAMONA Nawakwa, we sing our song of praise to you, . Nawakwa, to you we always will be true, You've given us a v1s1on that we will keep for many a day, You've helped us and taught us to ever live the four-fold way. D . Nawakwa, we love your birch and pine trees tall, , Your mountains, and forest trails that gently call, You bring us nearer to the Maker of us all. Nawakwa, we lOVC YOU, we do- 39 I-9-4-8 At Nawalewa l-9-4-8- at Nawakwa No other year the same VVhere everyone's a comrade true, Wlaatevei' school or name or fame, l-9-4-8- at Nawakwa Sunset and evening glow, But it's the inspiration most, That makes us love it so. n Some Spirituals l. O ye congregation, when the world's on fire Don't you want God's bosom to be your pillow? Hide me ever in the Rock of Ages Rock of Ages cleft for me. Z. O ye loving sister, when the world's on fire- ' 3. O ye loving brother, etc. 4. O ye congregation, etc. l. Lord, I want to be a Christian In-a my heart, in-a my heart Lord I want to be a Christian In-a my heart. In-a my heart, in-a my heart Lord, I want to be a Christian In-a my heart. 2. Lord, I want to be more loving, etc. 3. Lord, I want to be more holy, etc. 4. Lord, I Want to be like Jesus, etc. Inspectofs Song TUNEZ THE BAND PLAYED ON WORDSZ DR. J. HAROLD MUMPER Down cabin row with a snarl and a snort, at the stroke of nine, These snooping inspectors are out for some sport in their favorite line. They're looking for trouble, and maybe you're it If your, shoes and your towels aren't in line, For inspectors feel hurt if they can't find some dirt By assemb-ly time. If cabins are spic and if cabins are span, brooms behind the door, The basins all empty, the buckets all full, it will help your score. But if they see leep-jeeps and paper and trash All over and under the floor, They'll be happy indeed when they find that they need To give tens no more.

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lx'Vf Iikljx' .lIm'Nurmn'u's Hand Uh, no name is hl2lk'NIllll1ll'1l, l'm the leader ot' the band, .Xllhongh xx'e're len' in number n'e're the best in all the land, Ut' course l :nn conductor, and we very often play llefore the great nnisieians that you hear of every day. Oh, we play at wakes and weddings and at every fancy ball. -Xt every dead llll1ll'S funeral we play the March from Saul XYhen General Grant to Ireland came, he took me by the hand: Said he, I never saw the likes of Mac- Namara's Band. Uh, today we are rehearsing for a very swell affair. The annual celebration, all the gentry will be there. XYe may not play like Sousa, but the ladies think we're grand And we are very proud to be in Mac- Namara's Band. CHORUS Oh! the drums go bang! The cymbals clang! The horns they blaze away! McCarthy pumps the Old bassoon, and I the pipes do play! O, Hennessy, Hennessy, tootles the flute, The music is something grand! A credit to old Ireland is MacNamara's Band. Sing TUNE: MY HERO FROM HTHE CHOCOLATE SOLDIERH Sing. sing, sing for the singing the whole day long, Sing, sing, voices are ringing with heartfelt song. Sing, sing, whate'er betide you, Sing for the joy of the song that's inside you. song's the thing- Sing. Sing, smg, loving the smgmg, just sing, sing, sing. f,1fz'sc nur! the twins 41 Minzf Iiland On !Vlineself M me bztnd on mmesell, vas 1st das beref Das ist my svet boxer, my mamma dear. Svet boxer, svet boxer, dmkey, rlmkey, dt ll That's what I learned in der school. Mine hand on mineself, vas ist das here Das ist my eye vinker, my mamma dear. Eve vinker, svet boxer, dinkey, dinkey, dug That's what I learned in der school. Mine hand on mineself, vas ist das here Das ist my nose blower, my mamma dear Nose blower, eye vinker, svet boxer, etc. 4-Food pusher 7--Bread boxer 5-Chin chucker 8-Knee bender 6--Chest squeezer 9-Foot stomper Pm A Texan I'm a Texan, I'm a Texan, I'm a Texan star From away out west where the broncos are, I I can ride 'em, I can rope 'em, I can show you how itls done, Come on you Texan with your six- shooter gun. Patsy Orey A ye 1841-The American Railroad's just be- gun. 1842-Looking around for something to do. 1843-Company accepted me. 1844-My feet and my hands were tired and sore. 1845-Found myself more dead than alive. 1846-Found myself in an awful Hx. 1847 1848 l849 -Found myself on the way to Heaven. -Found myself at the golden gate. -Found myself in the other line. Elsie and Frafzccs