Song Name: | In the Quartermaster's Stores | By: | adapted by, Box, Cox, & Reed |
Posted By: | harmusman | Difficulty: | Any |
Key: | Any | Genre: | General |
Harp Type: | Diatonic | ||
Created: | 2010-11-11 08:11:18 | Modified: | 0000-00-00 00:00:00 |
Song: | Heres one to bring out the Boy Scout/Girl Guide in all of you. A rousing campfire singalong song. This is the cleaned up lyric version. Intro, 5 -4 5 -4 4 4 -4 -3 -3 -3 -3 //There's a quar-ter-mas-ter/ev-'ry-bo-dy knows/ -3 -3 -3 -3 -3 -4 4 -3 4 -4 5 there's a song a-bout him/this is how it goes,/ 5 -4 5 -4 4 5 -4 -3 -3 -3 -3 -3 just a lit-tle dit-ty/does-n't mean a thing, but/ -4 -4 -4 -4 -4 5 -4 4 when the boys are march-ing how they/ -3 -4 6 love to sing./ Refrain,/verses 3 4 5 5 //:There was cheese, cheese,/ 5 -4 4 -3 3 4 5 -4 4 -4 waft-ing on the breeze, in the/stores in the/ 5 3 4 5 5 stores, there was/ham, ham,/ 5 -4 4 -3 3 4 5 mixed up with the jam in the/ -4 -5 5 -4 4 3 4 5~-4 4 -3 quar-ter-mas-ters/stores my/eyes are-- dim I/ -3 -3 -3 -3 -4 -5~ 5 -4 4 can-not see, I/have not-- brought my/ -3 -4 6 3 5 4~ 3 -3 -5 specs with me, I/have not-- brought my--/ 6 -3 4 specs with/me v.2 There was bread, bread just like lumps of lead, In the stores, in the stores, There were buns, buns Bullets for the guns, In the quartermaster's stores. My eyes are dim, I cannot see, etc. v.3 There were mice, mice Eating up the rice In the stores, in the stores There were rats, rats Big as blooming cats In the quartermaster's stores. My eyes are etc. v.4 There was meat, meat Meat you couldn't eat In the stores, in the stores, There were eggs, eggs Nearly growing legs In the quartermaster's stores. My eyes are dim etc. v.5 There is beer, beer Beer you can't get near In the stores, in the stores, There is rum, rum For the General's tum In the quartermaster's stores. My eyes are dim etc. v.6 There was cake, cake Cake you couldn't break In the stores, in the stores, There were flies, flies Feeding on the pies In the quartermaster's stores My eyes are dim etc. You can add verses ad infinitum and those of your own invention. Have a great singalong Yours Harmusman |