Who are these, swinging along the road With a pack on their back, a song in their heart, to ease the load It's been 50 years or more since they walked in through that door, But they're coming along as happy and strong as ever they came before They are guides all guides and in unexpected places You'll meet their friendly faces and a friendly, happy smile, And there's not much danger of finding you're a stranger For commissioner or ranger they are guides, all guides. Who are these, living in fresh air With the shimmering sun, the pattering rain and mud everywhere They will dine beneath the boughs and their leader always vows that they're never afraid of butterflies and hardly ever of bear! They are Guides all guides...etc.
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