Camp Song

It all began with the dreams of old,
The Indian brave and the Pioneer bold,
By campfire's light old tales retold,
In the Loop of the Octoraro Bend.

Those early scout with their campaign hats,
Their pressed wool shirts, their boots and spats,
Rekindled the dream that had gone before,
In the Loop of the Octoraro Bend.

Chorus:
They built a camp upon the Mason-Dixon Line,
Historic land where value shine,
Ol' Horseshoe your memories will e'er be mine,
In the Loop of the Octoraro Bend.

The sun comes up over flagpole hill,
Where Old Glory flew and is flying proudly still,
And we'll march to the call at the end of the day,
In the Loop of the Octoraro Bend.

So let's hoist our packs once again my friend,
Where the waters flow 'round the tranquil Horseshoe Bend,
And we'll hike and camp in the old scout way
In the Loop of the Octoraro Bend.

Chorus:
They built a camp upon the Mason-Dixon Line,
Historic land where value shine,
Ol' Horseshoe your memories will e'er be mine,
In the Loop of the Octoraro Bend.

He served the camp upon the Mason-Dixon Line,
His years as chief numbered twenty nine,
Achegektum your lessons will e'er be mine,
In the Loop of the Octoraro Bend.