Troop Song
Chorus
No. 2 will never die, neither will we fade away,
Scouting in any wood or glen, o having a chorus in the den
We lead the rest, hurrah for old No. 2
Oh, here we are old No. 2, oh here we are again,
The good old second will never die oh no, oh no, oh no,
In everything or anything we always beat the band
In county flag or any sport, we are just simply grand
We won the jolly old County Flag for three successive years
And then we let it go again, keep the other troops from tears
But on the 27th of June we won the bally thing back
Just to give the other troops a small reminder that…..
One day a fair young maiden said what a handsome troop of scouts
I’m sure you’ll never leave this troop of that I have no doubt
We blushed and looked so awkward cause we didn’t know what to do
Till somebody sang the chorus and we all sang too …..
We spent a right good jolly time when camping at Lamalash
With fishing, bathing, scouting and siestas in the grass
The grub was good, the sport was good, and the golfing was good too
All over the camp was a credit even to old No. 2
Dinner Song
Chorus
Steak Pie, beans and tumchy
Duff to make you munchy
Wine to give you hunchy
At out annual dinner
The grub arrived in bits and pieces
Wrapped in buckets, pails and fleeces
Cooked by aunts and mums and nieces
At our annual dinner
The officers turned out in fine form
Conscious of moths in their uniform
Showing skin they couldn’y warm
At our annual dinner
The PL’s looked posh and swanky
A cut above mere officer or ranky
We noticed one even used a hanky
At our annual dinner
The scouts all looked real clean and tidy
They never looked so well on a Friday
Mufflers clean and hats all tidy
At our annual dinner
After such a dinner all were drowsy
Scouts loosened belts and looked real frowsy
The officers as usual looked real lowsy
At our annual dinner
Ye Olde Gas Fire
Chorus
They can fairly do their stuff
And they never tire
Doing all their scouting stuff
Down by the olde gas fire
No. 2 is a very fine crew
When it comes to scouting
They think there’s nothing they can’t do
When it comes to scouting
Our PL’s they sure know the game
The good old game of scouting
They are never put to shame
With pen and pencil scouting
Our PL’s come down each night
At the tests they are so hardy
Enjoy the warmth of the olde gas fire
With the beano and the dandy
The PL’s they are old hands
To run patrols is toffy
Then they meet some other troop
And they get their coffee
Woe betide us one fine day
With our gas bills soaring
We may find we cannot pay
The gas it will stop roaring
They may come and cut it off
It would be so dire
Cause the troop will be warm no more
Without the olde gas fire
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