One of the first songs I remember singing when I was 12 at my first Scout Camp at Camp Loll, Wyoming... ahhh good memories of swamping the canoe in the glacier fed lake on an overnight trip during a rain storm.

Lyrics:

3 part round

Our paddles keen and bright,

Flashing like silver;

Swift as the wild goose flight,

Dip, dip, and swing.

Dip, dip, and swing them back,

Flashing like silver;

Swift as the wild goose flight,

Dip, dip and swing.

repeat