Breezes blow and you’ll always know
that when the year turns, we’ll come again
To Blaisdell, dear Blaisdell.
Blaisdell, here’s to you.

The lyrics aren’t complete. Does anyone know the rest of the song?

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Top:
Close by our two lake shores
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inspiration too
we’ll remember…
will stay with us when camping days are through

Bottom:

Blaisdell to you our hearts will turn all winter long
And we’ll return to you again

(Sung to the tune of Anchors Aweigh)

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Each campfire lights anew
the flame of friendship true
the joys we’ve had in knowing you
Will last the whole year through.
Mmm ——–
the joys we’ve had in knowing you
Will last the whole year through.

Remember the times we had here.
Remember when you’re away.
Remember the fields and woodland
and don’t forget to come back some day.
Remember the blazing campfires
the Hills and waters too.
For you girls belong to Blaisdell
and Blaisdell belongs to you.

It’s the far northland that’s a callin’ me away.
As take I with my packs I to the road.
It’s the call on me of the forest in the north
That calls me to the waterways once more.

(chorus:)

By Lake DUNcan and clear WAter to the bearskin I will go where you see the loon and hear his plaintive wail.
If you’re THINKin’ in your INner heart there’s swagger in my step,
You’ve never been along the border trail.

It’s the flash of paddle blades a gleamin’ in the sun
of canoes a softly skimmin’ by the shore.
It’s the smell of pine and bracken comin’ on the breeze
that calls me to the waterways once more.

(repeat chorus)

(softly) It’s the far northland that’s a callin’ me away
as take I with my packs I to the road.

It’s the peppiest camp you ever did see
It never goes a pokin’
If I could tell you the pep it has
You’d think I was a jokin’.

It’s not the pep in the pepper pot
or the pep in the popcorn popper.
It’s not the pep in the mustard can
or the pep in the vinegar stopper.

It’s good old-fashioned PEP,
the kind you cannot down
Blaisdell Camp, Blaisdell Camp, the peppiest camp around.

It’s the peppiest camp we know
Sing it high Sing it low,
that’s our Blaisdell
Laughter ringing all the day
While we work While we play
That’s our Blaisdell
Summers elsewhere cannot be compared
To the fun upon our lakeside fair
sunburned faces happy smiles
Open spaces stretching miles
Blaisdell Hooray

(Sung to the tune of Bye Bye Blackbird)

Day is done, gone the sun,
from the lakes from the hills, from the sky.
All is well, safely rest, God is nigh.