YANKEE DOODLE.
Father and I went down to camp.
Along with Captain Goodwin,
And there we saw the men and boys
As thick as hasty pudding.
CHORUS.
Yankee Doodle, keep it up.
Yankee doodle dandy;
Mind the music and the step.
And with the girls be handy.
And there was Captain Washington,
Upon a slapping stallion.
A giving orders to his men.
I guess there was a million.—Cho.
And then the feathers on his hat.
They looked so tarnal finey,
I wanted peskily to get
To give to my Jemima.—Cho.
And there they had a swamping gun.
As big as a log of maple,
On a duced little cart,
A load for father’s cattle.—Cho.
And every time they fired it off
It took a horn of powder;
It made a noise like father’s gun,
Only a nation louder.—Cho.
I went as near to it myself
As Jacob’s underpinin’,
And father went as near again,
I th’t the duce was in him.—Cho.
It scared me so, I ran the streets,
Nor stopped as I remember,
Till I got home and safely locked
In granny’s little chamber.—Cho.
And there I see a little keg.
Its heads were made of leather;
They knocked upon it with little sticks
To call the folks together.—Cho.
And then they’d fife away like fun
And play on corn-stalk fiddles;
And some had ribbons red as blood
All bound around their middles.—Cho.
The troopers, too, would gallop up,
And fire right in our faces;
It scared me almost to death
To see them run such races.—Cho.
Uncle Sam came there to change
Some pancakes and some onions,
For ’lasses cake to carry home
To give his wife and young ones.—Cho.
But I can’t tell you half I see,
They keep up such a smother:
So I took off my hat, made a bow,
And scampered off to mother.—Cho.