![]() 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! |
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