With look so sweet and high;
He showed no sort of dread, at all,
Of what it was to die.
Come to the cart, whose doleful planks
Beneath his feet did creak,
He bowed, and looked about, and stood
In attitude to speak.
"Holloa! hoa! drummer, bring your drum,
Play Yankee Doodle here—
Play, while we crack the rebel's neck."