"Yankee Doodle"

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"Yankee Doodle" is a well-known Anglo-American song, the origin of which dates back to the Seven Years' War. It is often sung patriotically in the United States today and is the state anthem of Connecticut. It has a Roud Folk Song Index number of 4501.

    Yankee Doodle went to town
    A-riding on a pony,
    Stuck a feather in his cap
    And called it macaroni'.

    Chorus:
    Yankee Doodle keep it up,
    Yankee Doodle dandy,
    Mind the music and the step,
    And with the girls be handy.

    Fath'r and I went down to camp,
    Along with Captain Gooding,
    And there we saw the men and boys
    As thick as hasty pudding.

    Chorus

    And there we saw a thousand men
    As rich as Squire David,
    And what they wasted every day,
    I wish it could be saved.

    Chorus

    The 'lasses they eat it every day,
    Would keep a house a winter;
    They have so much, that I'll be bound,
    They eat it when they've mind ter.

    Chorus

    And there I see a swamping gun
    Large as a log of maple,
    Upon a deuced little cart,
    A load for father's cattle.

    Chorus

    And every time they shoot it off,
    It takes a horn of powder,
    and makes a noise like father's gun,
    Only a nation louder.

    Chorus

    I went as nigh to one myself
    As 'Siah's inderpinning;
    And father went as nigh again,
    I thought the deuce was in him.

    Chorus

    Cousin Simon grew so bold,
    I thought he would have cocked it;
    It scared me so I shrinked it off
    And hung by father's pocket.

    Chorus

    And Cap'n Davis had a gun,
    He kind of clapt his hand on't
    And stuck a crooked stabbing iron
    Upon the little end on't

    Chorus

    And there I see a pumpkin shell
    As big as mother's bason,
    And every time they touched it off
    They scampered like the nation.

    Chorus

    I see a little barrel too,
    The heads were made of leather;
    They knocked on it with little clubs
    And called the folks together.

    Chorus

    And there was Cap'n Washington,
    And gentle folks about him;
    They say he's grown so 'tarnal proud
    He will not ride without em'.

    Chorus

    He got him on his meeting clothes,
    Upon a slapping stallion;
    He sat the world along in rows,
    In hundreds and in millions.

    Chorus

    The flaming ribbons in his hat,
    They looked so tearing fine, ah,
    I wanted dreadfully to get
    To give to my Jemima.

    Chorus

    I see another snarl of men
    A digging graves they told me,
    So 'tarnal long, so 'tarnal deep,
    They 'tended they should hold me.

    Chorus

    It scared me so, I hooked it off,
    Nor stopped, as I remember,
    Nor turned about till I got home,
    Locked up in mother's chamber.

    Chorus