YOUNG FRIENDS MOVEMENT
CHEER
Oatmeal, corn flakes, chip beef, bread; who can
say we’re not well fed;
Yell, oh Yell, for Y. F. M Of all camps ours is the gem.
Rah, rah, rah - - - Rah, rah rah; Y O O F - - - - - -
em.
SONGS
When the cry of “Camp” goes ringing
thru the ranks of the Young Friends Movement,
There are shouts of joy, from every girl and boy, And
a big smile on each face.
Soon we’ll all gather round the old campfire, Where
our thoughts have been for long,
Then we’ll should “Hurray, we’ve come
to stay, Let us sing this song.”
Chorus.
Hurray! For our Camp Onas, Hurray! The life’s begun,
Back from our work, cares and troubles, Back with the
Yoofems and fun.
Back to our dear old campfire, long may it burn for us.
Don’t let us sing of our troubles and cares, Just
sing of Camp Onas.
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Tune: Gypsy Trail
We pick our path ‘tween rock and rock,
We follow the swiftest eddy,
And the paddle’s call, it will find us all, Ever
and ever ready.
Ready to part the morning mist; Ready in midday sun;
Happy to glide in still eventide, As home to our camp
we come.
Follow Camp Onas where’er it go, Come where
the silence whirls - -
By a hidden rill ‘neath a dusky hill, The hush of
the stars unfurls.
Follow Camp Onas where’er it go, Walking the woods
with fun;
For after it ends we will be fast friends, And here we
will all be one.
We hasten down that good brown path, We fly through
the water blue,
And we’re held in sway till the death of day, By
the charm of a green canoe.
The charm of our camp and the charm of our friends –
But won’t it soon be thru.
Heart says to heart; Oh, wide may we part, but we’re
all in the same canoe.
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