Dewy was the grass on the early morn in May
Dewey was the Admiral at Manilla Bay
Dewy were her eyes as she bid her love adieu
Do we love each other?
I should say we do.
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A compilation of songs resulting from many years of summer camp experience
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- Graces (14)
- Motion Songs (9)
- Repeating Songs (14)
- Rounds (14)
- Slow Song (59)
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