Yankee doodle dandy!
They said that traitors tore our flag,
Down there in Dixie’s land, sir;
I always loved the stripèd rag.
And swore by it to stand, sir.
Yankee boys will fight it out, &c.
I knew them Southern chaps, high bred,
Had called us “Mudsills” here, sir:
If on these sills they try to tread,
I guess ’twill cost them dear, sir,