Words by Robert Senhauser
By the Tuscarawas Waters near the town of Zoar;
Lies the place our hearts hold dearest, our Camp Tuscazoar.
Here it lies in nature's splendor as in days gone by;
Nestled down among the green hills 'neath the clear blue sky.
Here the majesty of nature spreads before our view;
And the might of our creator we can feel anew.
From the father to the son we'll pass the scouting lore;
We will keep the spirit burning at Camp Tuscazoar.
Here is where we spend our summers hiking through the hills;
There is where we spent our boyhood and enjoyed the thrills.
How we love our alma mater only scouts can know;
We will take the memories with us as through life we go.