The Ballad of 187

The Ballad Of 187

(sung to the tune of "The Edmund Fitzgerald " by: Gordon Lightfoot)

Lyrics by Rob Pearson

CHORUS

The legend lives on

Of the days long gone

Of the Scouts of 187

Some of them died

And some left the tribe

But they're all bound to wind up in heaven.

VERSE I

Well the Scouts of this troop

Are a mighty fine group

When they camp on the land by the water

Well they hike through the wood

And canoeing is good

Singing of eagle and otter.

REPEAT CHORUS

VERSE 2

The food's always good after chopping some wood

Then we meet 'round the old council fire

To listen to tales

From the hills and the dales

And the path of the eagle leads higher.

REPEAT CHORUS

VERSE 3

The eagles were few

But in number they grew

For our rendezvous on the St. Croix

So they came to the land And they lent us a hand

As we saw a man emerge from the boy.

REPEAT CHORUS