His cyder of the best, Sir,
His board with pumpkin-pie is crown’d,
And welcome ev’ry guest, Sir.
Chorus—Yankee Doodle, etc.
Tho’ rough and little is his farm,
That little is his own, Sir,
His hand is strong, his heart is warm,
’Tis truth and honor’s throne, Sir.
Chorus—Yankee Doodle, etc.
His country is his pride and boast,