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The national air of Yankee Doodle [sheet music]
Verse
Father and I went down to camp
Along with Captain Gooding,
And there we see the men and boys
As thick as hasty pudding.
Father and I went down to camp
Along with Captain Gooding,
And there we see the men and boys
As thick as hasty pudding.
Chorus
Yankee doodle keep it up,
Yankee doodle dandy
mind the music and the step,
And with the girls be handy.
Yankee doodle keep it up,
Yankee doodle dandy
mind the music and the step,
And with the girls be handy.
Verse
And there we see a swamping gun,
Large as a log of maple,
Upon a duced little cart,
A load for father's cattle
And there we see a swamping gun,
Large as a log of maple,
Upon a duced little cart,
A load for father's cattle
Verse
And every time they shoot it off,
It takes a horn of powder;
It makes a noise like father's gun,
Only a nation louder.
And every time they shoot it off,
It takes a horn of powder;
It makes a noise like father's gun,
Only a nation louder.
Verse
I went as nigh to one myself
As 'Siah's underpinning;
And father went as nigh again,
I thought the duce was in him.
I went as nigh to one myself
As 'Siah's underpinning;
And father went as nigh again,
I thought the duce was in him.
Verse
Cousin Simon grew so bold,
I thought he would have cocked it;
It scared me so I streaked it off,
And hung by father's pocket.
Cousin Simon grew so bold,
I thought he would have cocked it;
It scared me so I streaked it off,
And hung by father's pocket.
Verse
But Captain Davis has a gun,
He kind of clapped his hand on't,
And stuck a crooked stabbing iron
Upon the little end on't.
But Captain Davis has a gun,
He kind of clapped his hand on't,
And stuck a crooked stabbing iron
Upon the little end on't.
Verse
And there I see a pumpkin shell,
As big as mother's basin,
And every time they touched it off,
They scamper'd like the nation.
And there I see a pumpkin shell,
As big as mother's basin,
And every time they touched it off,
They scamper'd like the nation.
Verse
I see a little barrel too,
The heads were made of leather;
They knocked upon it with little clubs,
And called the folks together.
I see a little barrel too,
The heads were made of leather;
They knocked upon it with little clubs,
And called the folks together.
Verse
And there was Captain Washington,
And gentlefolks about him:
They say he's grown so tarnal proud,
He will not ride without 'em.
And there was Captain Washington,
And gentlefolks about him:
They say he's grown so tarnal proud,
He will not ride without 'em.