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Does anybody around here like to go camping, sit around the campfire, roast
hot dogs, make s'mores, sing crazy songs, and tell legends, myths or folktales
from around the world.

Well if you do, then you are invited to join us around the campfire and share
some fun times.



The idea is to post a crazy campfire song, an old folktale, a legend or a myth
from anywhere around the world. If you want to comment on one that has been posted
feel free to do so.

Time spent around a campfire can bring laughter, fun, and great memories. So lets
build some happy memories around our campfire.

Shan <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

OK, let's start out with a song.

Found a Peanut (Tune: Clementine)

Found a peanut, found a peanut
Found a peanut just now
I just now found a peanut
Found a peanut just now.

Cracked it open, Cracked open
Cracked it open just now
I just now craked it open
Cracked it open just now.

It was rotten, it was rotten
It was rotten just now
Just now it was rotten
It was rotten just now.

Other verses......

It was rotten.....
Ate it anyway......
Got a stomachache......
Called the doctor.....
Penicillin......
Operation......
Died anyway.....
Went to heaven......
Wouldn't take me......
Went the other way.....
Didn't want me.......
Was a dream......
Woke up......
Found a peanut.....

Shan <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/alien.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

Connecticut Yankee

Now, here in the South, we all do not approve of your so-called Connecticut
Yankee peddlers. So when one appeared in the yard of my tavern, I was not of a
mind to give him room for the night.

He was a scrawny fellow with a mop of white hair and a withered face. He did not
seem like a crafty Yankee peddler. He looked more like a grandfather on his last
legs. Surely this Connecticut Yankee had no harm in him!

Curiosity being my downfall, as my wife would be the first to tell you, I was
keen to see a real Yankee trick. So I told him that he might have lodgings for
the night if he would play a Yankee trick before he left. Well, he promised me
the trick, but said he was tired and went directly to bed.

The next morning, everything went wrong. My yard boy never showed up. I was
forced to care for the horses myself while my wife cooked breakfast. When I
finally got inside, my wife was leaning over a table full of the peddler's
wares. She was fingering a coverlet which matched the ones we had upstairs. The
peddler named a ridiculously low price and my wife nodded eagerly. Just then one
of our other customers called me to his table to pay his bill, so I did not see
the peddler finalize the sale. It was only after the peddler had called for his
buggy, paid for his room, and begun to drive away that I suddenly remembered his
promise.

"Peddler!" I called. "What about the Yankee trick your promised? I did not see
any trick!"

"You will," he said, whipping up his horse.

Just then, my wife stuck her head out from one of the rooms upstairs.

"Harry!" she cried. "That sneaky Yankee just sold me the coverlet from off his
bed!"

Shan <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/alien.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

The Crystal Mountain

According to the latest reports, there is a crystal mountain residing somewhere in
Wyoming. You can't see nothing of it, it being clear straight through. But folks
hereabouts reckon its about three miles around at the base, on account of all the
bones of birds which killed themselves crashing into the danged thing.

I know of one lad who was showing off for his girl. He was doing wheelies on his
bike when he crashed right into the side of the crystal mountain and knocked
himself cold. I hear his lassie married another man who was smart enough to
avoided mountains, visible or invisible.

That danged crystal mountain is always messing up the huntin' in these parts. A
friend of mine got a peach of a sight on a ten-point deer once, right in rifle
range. But when he fired, his bullet didn't come anywhere near the dad-blame
creature. What's more, the deer didn't even flinch; jest kept on grazin'. It took
three or four shots before my buddy realized that that pesky crystal mountain was
acting like one of them telescopes and had reflected the image of a deer from the
other side of the forest!

Shan :alien <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

Hey, everybody it's time for another song.

The Crocodile

She sailed away on a sunny summer day on the back of a crocodile
"You see," said she, "he's as tame as tame can be; I'll ride him down the Nile"
The croc winked his eye as she bade them all good bye wearing a happy smile
At the end of the ride the lady was inside and the smile was on the crocodile!

Shan <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/alien.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

Well it began like this;

Once upon a time there were 2 couples (GF's+BF's 1 of each pair <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" /> ) , who decided to go camping the next day.

So it happened that they were all packed up and ready to go,
and after travelling for some hours they got to a nicely deserted stretch of Bushland
(no not the US Presidents Garden) where they promptly pitched a couple of tents,
the Boy's went to gather wood (or Fagott's if you like) so a fire could be build,
the girls got the tents in order and laid out the sleeping bags.

After about an hour or so the boys had come back and got a rip roaring fire going,
neatly dug in and surrounded by stones, then they dug out the Spam and Eggs
and had a hearty dinner cooked in the rather dishevelled fry pan,
and put on the coffee in an old tin can, which hung suspended on a tripod
of some very young wood.

The sun set and all Ooo'd and Aaah'd about the beauty of this wonder of nature,
then they settled down for some close talking and cuddling,
while in the background you could here the wolfs howl and the birds rustle for a nest.

All at once, while they were getting nice and sleepy there was a terrific
scream tearing thru the silence of the night ....

AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

if it was human or animal they could not tell but it raised hackles on there back
and gave the girls Goosebumps,
even Madonna would have been proud of.


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And now it is your turn to continue the story <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/winkwink.gif" alt="" />

<img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/cool.gif" alt="" />
*Everyone is sitting on wooden logs, around the campfire. We eat marshmallows, saussages and bread toasted on brands; Mea had began the tale, and people need some time to find ideas. So LaFille takes off a guitar, and begins to sing a song. She secretly hopes people will sing with her, (and louder than her) because she doesn’t sing very well, and she doesn’t know how to play guitar either. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/shhh.gif" alt="" /> But she has goodwill, so she goes on...* <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/winkwink.gif" alt="" />

This song is about a being that hibernated and now wakes up, in spring time; I’ve put the original lyrics, in french, and a translation after:

Heureux d'un printemps
Qui me chauffe la couenne
Triste d'avoir manqué
Encore un hiver
Je peux pas faire autrement
Ça me fait de la peine
On vit rien qu'au printemps
Le printemps dure pas longtemps

Assis sur le bord de mon trou
Je me creuse la tête
Je pense au bonheur des gens
Je sais ben qu' ça va pas durer
Ça a l'air que ça prend des sous
Pour faire la fête
À qui appartient le beau temps
L'hiver l'été durant

L'été c'est tellement bon
Quand tu as la chance
D'avoir assez d'argent
Pour voyager sans t'inquiéter
Pour le fils d'un patron
C'est les vacances
Pour la fille du restaurant
C'est les sueurs pis les clients

On dit que l'hiver est blanc
Comme un nuage
Mais ça, évidemment,
Dans le chalet près du foyer
Dans le fond c'est salissant
Au prix où est-ce qu'il est, le chauffage
Y a pas pire moment de l'année
Quand t'es pris pour t'endetter

Faut que je m'en retourne dans mon trou
Creuser ma peine
J'ai vu le surintendant
Je peux rien te dire en attendant
Le jour où ce sera nous
Qui ferons la fête
Imaginez le printemps
Quand l'hiver sera vraiment blanc

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Glad for a springtime
That warms my skin
Sad that I missed
Another winter
I can’t help it
It makes me sorrowful
We only live in spring
But pring doesn’t last long.

Sitting on the border of my hole,
I cogitate
I think about people’s bliss
I know it won’t last
It seems that it takes money
To celebrate
Who is the good time belonging to
Along winter as along summer

Summer is so good
When you’re lucky enough
To have enough money
To travel without worrying
For the son of a boss
It’s vacations
For the woman of the restaurant
It’s the sweat and the customers

They say winter is white
As is a cloud
But that is, of course
On a chalet, near the fireplace
Nevertheless, it’s messy
At the price heating is
There’s no worst time in the year
If you’re constrained to get into debt

I have to get back in my hole
To deepen my sorrow
I saw the intendant
But can’t tell you anything just now
The day when it’ll be us that celebrate
Imagine the springtime
When winter’ll be really white
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*Now LaFille needs something to drink.* <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/tongue.gif" alt="" />

This was a typic folklorish Quebec song from the 70’s. It was written and sang by Paul Piché, and is very often sang around campfires, only accompanied by acoustic guitar; we often hear it as well as in any spring/summery party, played by a whole band.

"What in the world was that?" asked the girls in unison as they all sit up
quickly, glance around and then look at each other in wonder as another.....

AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

is heard causing them to jump and clutch each other tightly. After a moment or
two of gathering his courage, one of the guys looks at the other and say "I
think we had better have a look around." "Right," said the other guy standing
up. "You girls stay here. We'll be back in a few minutes." "No way," said the
girls. "You two aren't going anywhere without us."

After deciding where they thought the scream came from they head off into that
direction quietly. "Are you sure......." one of the guys started to aske the
other one when they hear......

AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BRUFF MURMP HRUMP

They stop and listen but nothing else is heard. "It came from over there," said
one of the girls pointing to her right..........


Ane now it is your turn to continue the story..... <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

Shan <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/alien.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

They looked to their right ... but due to the 'no moon' phase couldn't see a foot in front of them,
"Hmm mentioned 1 of the guy's I wish I was an Elf, that way I could see in the dark using Ultravision"

The moment he finished the word "Ultavision" there was another BRUFF MURMP HRUMP and the guy's ears began to elongate his body got more slim and he said
"Hey ... I can see something there ..."
His Girl friend looked at him and screamed " AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"you .... you ... you ..." she stuttered "Look sssttrr err.. funny..... what happened to you ?"

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Next
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LaFille, get your guitar. It is time for another song. How about Keeper of the
Eddystone Light? Great, then let's sing it. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

The Keeper of the Eddystone Light

My father was the keeper of the Eddystone light
And he slept with a mermaid one fine night
Out of this union there came three
A porpoise and a porgy and the other was me!
Yo ho ho, the wind blows free,
Oh for the life on the rolling sea!

One night, as I was a-trimming the glim
Singing a verse from the evening hymn
I head a voice cry out an "Ahoy!"
And there was my mother, sitting on a buoy.
Yo ho ho, the wind blows free,
Oh for the life on the rolling sea!

"Oh, what has become of my children three?"
My mother then inquired of me.
One's on exhibit as a talking fish
The other was served in a chafing dish.
Yo ho ho, the wind blows free,
Oh for the life on the rolling sea!

Then the phosphorus flashed in her seaweed hair.
I looked again, and my mother wasn't there
But her voice came angrily out of the night
"To Hell with the keeper of the Eddystone Light!"
Yo ho ho, the wind blows free,
Oh for the life on the rolling sea!

Shan <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/alien.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

"What do you mean what happened to me?" asked the guy. "Uh, you look different,"
said his friend. "Your ears, they're pointed and for some reason you look
slimmer." "Hey, stop kidding around," said the guy. "We need to find out what is
out there."

"He, he, he's not kidding," said the guy's girlfriend pointing to his ears.
"Your ears look like elf ears." "They wha.....," said the guy touching his ears
"Wha..wha.. what happened to me," he asks as he feels his ears. "I don't
know," said his friend. "It all seemed to happen when you said "I wish I had
ultavision."

In the distance they hear BRUFF MURMP HRUMP and the friend's ears
began to change and he grows slimmer. "Oh, no," cry both girls together as they
point at his ears. "What?" asks the guy looking around thinking that they saw
something behind him. "Your ears, now you've got elf ears too," said his
girlfriend. Her boyfriend reaches up and feels his ears as the other girl says
"I wish......" Her boyfriend clasps his hand over her mouth and says "Don't
say those words. I think that is how we got into this situation." "What do we
do now?" asks the other girl.

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Who's next? <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

Shan <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/alien.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

"I wish the BRUFF MURMP HRUMP would go away!" yelled the first guy. There was silence. Not only had the noises stopped, but everything had gone silent. The wind died, the trees became perfectly still, and even the crickets stopped chirping. Then, from the direction of the noises before they could here noises in the trees.

"There's something coming this way." said one of the boys, able to see a distance shape with his Ultravision. "Errr... It's coming quickly, and straight for us." The girls huddled cringing, frozen to the spot. The shape raced towards them, flying a few feet above the ground. The four of them ducked as the shape passed narrowly overhead at break-neck speed. It was a winged human, and determined of where it was racing to... or from...

Here's another song we like to sing around the campfire.

Down in the Valley

Down in the valley, valley so low
Hang your head over, hear the wind blow.

Hear the wind blow, Dear, hear the wind blow
Hang your head over, hear the wind blow.

Roses love sunshine, violets love dew
Angels in Heaven know I love you.

Know I love you, Dear, know I love you
Angels in Heaven know I love you.

Shan <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/alien.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

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I was thinking, this is starting to sound like the role-playing threads we uesd to have on this forum and some of the private ones. I've started another thread proposing that we perhaps start another official role-playing thread: More forum role-playing? Please reply to this in the new thread and not in this Campfire Tales thread.

Yet another song!

I came by myself to a very crowded place;
I was looking for someone who had lines in her face.
I found her there but she was past all concern;
I asked her to hold me, I said, "Lady, unfold me,"
but she scorned me and she told me
I was dead and I could never return.

Well, I argued all night like so many have before,
saying, "Whatever you give me, I seem to need so much more."
Then she pointed at me where I kneeled on her floor,
she said, "Don't try to use me or slyly refuse me,
just win me or lose me,
it is this that the darkness is for."

I cried, "Oh, Lady Midnight, I fear that you grow old,
the stars eat your body and the wind makes you cold."
"If we cry now," she said, "it will just be ignored."
So I walked through the morning, sweet early morning,
I could hear my lady calling,
"You've won me, you've won me, my lord,
you've won me, you've won me, my lord,
yes, you've won me, you've won me, my lord,
ah, you've won me, you've won me, my lord,
ah, you've won me, you've won me, my lord."

Übereil

Hey, Ubereil, I like your song. It's cute. Is it an old Swedish folk song?

But hey, I'm getting hungry again. Anybody up for some S'mores. Yummmmmmm!!!!!! <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

What we you need to make a yummy s'more.

1 whole graham cracker
2 piecs of a Hershey's chocolate bar
1 hot toasted marshmellow

Now let's make it.

Break the graham cracker in half.
Put the two pieces of the Hershey's chocolate bar on one half of the graham cracler.
Place the just hot toasted marshmellow on top of the chocolate.
Cover it with the second half of the graham cracker.

Does anybody know what we do next? We eat it!!!!!!!

Yum, yum, yummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Shan <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/alien.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

Those S'mores looks healthy <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/winkwink.gif" alt="" />.

And no, It was a Leonard Choen song...

Übereil

S'mores are really yummy, Ubereil. Have you every had any?

Could have figured. I think we need to teach some guys how to make s'mores. Look
what I found. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" />

HOW GIRLS MAKE S'MORES --
(1) Place Hershey bars on graham crackers. (2) Toast marshmallows. (3) Place toasted marshmallows on Hershey bars to melt chocolate.

HOW BOYS MAKE S'MORES --
(1) Eat Hershey bars. (2) Eat marshmallows. (3) Throw graham crackers at other boys.

Ah, come on guys. Get with it. You are suppose to eat the graham crackers with
the chocolate and marshmellows not throw them. Ube, can you give the guys a
lesson in making s'mores. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

They really are yummy when you make them right. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

Shan <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/alien.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

Now while we eat our yummy s'mores (made the right way, of course <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" /> ), someone
needs to tell us another tale. Ummmmm, I guess that will be me. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" />

This one is from Scotland and is called The Fairies' Hill

There is a green hill above Kintraw, known as the Fairies' Hill, of which the
following story is told.

Many years ago, the wife of the farmer at Kintraw fell ill and died, leaving two
or three young children. The Sunday after the funeral the farmer and his
servants went to church, leaving the children at home in charge of the eldest, a
girl of about ten years of age. On the farmer's return the children told him
their mother had been to see them, and had combed their hair and dressed them.
As they still persisted in their statement after being remonstrated with, they
were punished for telling what was not true.

The following Sunday the same thing occurred again. The father now told the
children, if their mother came again, they were in inquire of her why she came.
Next Sunday, when she reappeared, the eldest child put her father's question to
her, when the mother told them she had been carried off by the "Good People"
(Daione Sìth), and could only get away for an hour or two on Sundays, and should
her coffin be opened it would be found to contain only a withered leaf.

The farmer, much perplexed, went to the minister for advice, who scoffed at the
idea of any supernatural connection with the children's story, ridiculed the
existence of "Good People," and would not allow the coffin to be opened. The
matter was therefore allowed to rest. But, some little time after, the minister,
who had gone to Lochgilphead for the day, was found lying dead near the Fairies'
Hill, a victim, many people thought, to the indignation of the Fairy world he
had laughed at.

Wow, what a story. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" /> Do you believe it or not? Ummmmmm. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

Shan <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/alien.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

But... What's wrong <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" />? Seriouslly, can anyone see anything wrong with this <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" />?

Übereil