In the Quartermaster’s Stores

adapted by, Box, Cox, & Reed

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Heres one to bring out the Boy Scout/Girl Guide in all of you. A
rousing campfire singalong song. This is the cleaned up lyric
version.

Intro,
    5    -4  5   -4   4   4  -4  -3 -3 -3   -3
//There's a quar-ter-mas-ter/ev-'ry-bo-dy knows/
  -3   -3  -3 -3  -3  -4   4   -3  4  -4  5
there's a song a-bout him/this is how it goes,/
 5  -4  5  -4   4  5   -4  -3   -3 -3  -3    -3
just a lit-tle dit-ty/does-n't mean a thing, but/
 -4  -4  -4   -4   -4    5  -4   4
when the boys are march-ing how they/
 -3  -4  6
love to sing./
Refrain,/verses
     3    4    5       5
//:There was cheese, cheese,/
 5   -4  4  -3    3     4   5    -4   4  -4
waft-ing on the breeze, in the/stores in the/
  5       3    4   5    5
stores, there was/ham, ham,/ 
  5   -4   4  -3   3  4   5
mixed up with the jam in the/
 -4  -5   5   -4    4    3   4    5~-4  4 -3
quar-ter-mas-ters/stores my/eyes are-- dim I/
-3  -3  -3  -3  -4  -5~ 5   -4    4
can-not see, I/have not-- brought my/
  -3   -4  6   3  5    4~ 3   -3    -5
specs with me, I/have not-- brought my--/
  6    -3  4
specs with/me 

v.2 There was bread, bread just like lumps of
    lead,
    In the stores, in the stores,
    There were buns, buns
    Bullets for the guns,
    In the quartermaster's stores.
    My eyes are dim, I cannot see, etc.

v.3 There were mice, mice
    Eating up the rice
    In the stores, in the stores
    There were rats, rats
    Big as blooming cats
    In the quartermaster's stores.
    My eyes are etc.

v.4 There was meat, meat
    Meat you couldn't eat
    In the stores, in the stores,
    There were eggs, eggs
    Nearly growing legs
    In the quartermaster's stores.
    My eyes are dim etc.

v.5 There is beer, beer
    Beer you can't get near
    In the stores, in the stores,
    There is rum, rum
    For the General's tum
    In the quartermaster's stores.
    My eyes are dim etc.

v.6 There was cake, cake
    Cake you couldn't break
    In the stores, in the stores,
    There were flies, flies
    Feeding on the pies
    In the quartermaster's stores
    My eyes are dim etc.

You can add verses ad infinitum and those of your own invention. Have
a great singalong 
  Yours Harmusman

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