Campfire's burning, campfire's burning..

...draw nearer, draw nearer.
In the gloaming, in the gloaming.
Come sing and be merry.

Job's a good 'un. That's another 20 kids who've never camped in a patrol tent and cooked all of their meals on an open fire inducted into the club. Everyone of them loved sitting round the camp fire telling stories, singing silly songs and wiping smoke out of their eyes. Magical stuff; there is hope for the future you know.