By the shores of old Stillwater,
With it's azure blue,
Lies a camp of friendly Boy Scouts,
Cheerful, brave, and true.

Sing her glories, live her ideals,
Hold her memories dear.
Give a cheer that all may hear it;
Hail, all hail, Minsi!

Far away from care and turmoil
Of the busy town,
In a brotherhood of Scouting,
We will there be found.

Sing her glories, live her ideals,
Hold her memories dear.
Give a cheer that all may hear it;
Hail, all hail, Minsi!