YANKEE DOODLE.
Father and I went down to camp
Along with Captain Gooding,
And there we saw the men and boys,
As thick as hasty pudding.
Yankee Doodle, keep it up,
Yankee Doodle Dandy!
Mind the music and the step,
And with the gals be handy!
And there we see a thousand men
As rich as Squire David,
And what they wasted every day,—
I wish it had been savèd.
The ’lasses they eat up every day
Would keep our house all winter,—
They have so much that I’ll be bound
They eat whene’er they’ve a mind to.
And there we see a whopping gun,
As big as a log of maple,
Mounted on a little cart,—
A load for father’s cattle.
And every time they fired it off
It took a horn of powder,
And made a noise like father’s gun,
Only a nation louder.
I went as near to it
As ’Siah’s underpinning;
Father went as nigh agin,—
I thought the devil was in him.
Cousin Simon grew so bold,
I thought he meant to cock it;
He scared me so, I streaked it off,
And hung to father’s pocket.
And Captain Davis had a gun
He kind o’ clapped his hand on,
And stuck a crooked stabbing-iron
Upon the little end on ’t.