Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1918-02-01
GREEN and GOLD
(Troop CoIors of Troop Six
BY RED CLOUD.

Tum tum ta-ta-tum,
Tom toms throbbing.
Tum tum ta-ta-tum,
In the freight shadows feeting.
We are gathered here in council.
We of Troop Six
We of Troop Six.
Tum tum ta-ta-tum
In the freight many faces,
One Washinksapaw,
He the Seer;
He the Dreamer;
Shikalamy, He the athlete,
He the counsellor.
Geronimo, he the warrior;
Lone Moose, Standing Elk.
White lightning, Running Water.
Gathered here in council
To choose for our troop a color.
Tum tum ta-ta-tum.
Speak Oh Lone Moose!,
Speak War Eaglei
Tell us Metamocet
What shall be our color.
From Thee, Oh Mother Nature,
From thy hues of wondrous beauty,
From the warm and smiling sunlight,
From the depths of woodland shad-
owS
We must weave the color
We would wear upon our shoulder"
Thus speaks Metamocet,
He a Chieftain, born leader.
'Merrily we weave
Strands of fairy texture
when blue as heron's egg
Smiles the sky of early summer.
When the grass grows green and
tender;
When the brown thrush,
Rival of the nightingale
Full throated pours his song
From wayside bush
And woodland thicket.
When radiant June spreads Ger the
earth
Her soft green mantle,
Then merrily singing weave we
strands
From earth's gay colors.
From the broad and glossy corn lear
From the grass blade gently waving
At the forest edges,
From the leaves ofbeech and maple,
From the wing of tiny hummlng
bird
Comes the color of our fabric"
Thus speaks Two Moons,
Follower of the Magic Tiger.
Tum tum ta-ta-tum.
From the leaf
OF floating pond lily,
nant:
From the pines OF stald Ne" Eng
land,
From the waving palm lear
Ry ST. Augustine's historic gate,
Weave we fabric green
For on our shoulder.
Geronimo. Chieftain of the Eagle,
Bearer of the Eagle Totem,
i Geronimo have spoken
Weaving merrily,
merrily weaving
Tom toms throbbing
Bright flames dancing.
''In the forest
summer no longer proudly haunts
Her bright green banner.
When the summac turns to crimson
Southwark flies the golden oriole.
From his breast weave a color.
From the soft gold haze OF Autumn,
From the nodding head of goldenrod
flower,
From the golden light of sunset,
When October's sun is setting,
Weave 1 hues of brilliant color
This from daring Shikalamy,
He who makes the Wolf his Totem
Tunf tum ta-ta-tum,
Rises stately Massassoit,
Keeper of our signal fire,
''Our weavings done,
The fabric completed,
Rrayely rests on each brown shoul-
der.
Help us now. oh Mother Nature,
That in our hearts,
In our hearts and in our minus
The lessons of these colors,
Make each Scout the better
For the wearing.
Graceful as the waving palm tree
Staunch and stately as the towering
pine;
Modest as the pale violet,
Tender as the tiny grass blade
Frank and open as the pond my
cheerful as the song OF oriole,
Generous as the golden sunlight
Shining for one and all;
without distinction to rich or poor
Or to race or color.
like the seasons never resting,
Moving ever on and upward
Tiu in manhood's richest prime
Scoutings aim has been attalned'
Till the brow is crowned win i,s silver
When Life's sun is SLOWLY 9e'''s'
MAY these colors,
Drawn from Nature, |
Mans first teacher
To noble thoughts and pleasant mem
cries "
OF the DAYS of youthful training
In the ways of honest Scouting.
Strength of morals
Mind and muscle.
OF these things, oh Mother Nature
May-we always be reminded
D. tba green of smiling summer
And the gold of Autumn's sunset
Eagle, Wolf,
Silver Fox and Tiger.
All patrols here assembled
Chant their songs of deep approval,
Tum tum ta-ta-tum,
Green and gold,
Gold and green,
Tum tum ta-ta-tum.