In chorus full and hearty—
On land and main, we breathe the strain,
John made for his tea-party.
No matter how we rhyme the words,
The music speaks them handy,
And where’s the fair can’t sing the air,
Of “Yankee doodle dandy?”
“Yankee doodle—firm and true—
“Yankee doodle dandy—
“Yankee doodle, doodle doo!