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Yanke Doodle [song sheet]
YANKE DOODLE.
Published by Cha s . Magnus, 12 Frankfort St. N. Y.
Father and I went down to camp,
Along with Captain Gooding:
There we see the men and boys,
As thick as hasty-puddling.
CHORUS.
Yankee doddle keep it up,
Yankee doodle dandy;
Mind the music and the step,
And with the girls be handy.
And there we see a thousand men,
As rich as Squire David;
And what they wasted every day,
I wish it could be saved.
Yankee doodle, c.
The 'lasses they eat every day,
Would keep a house a winter;
They have as much that I'll be bound,
They eat it when they're a mind to.
Yankee doodle, c.
And there we see a swamping gun,
Large as a log of maple,
Upon a duced little cart,
A load for father's cattle.
Yankee doodle, c.
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,
Yankee doodle, c.
I went as nigh to one myself,
As' Siahs under-pinning;
And father went as nigh again,
I thought the dence was in him.
Yankee doodle, c.
Cousin Simon grew so bold,
I thought he would have been cock'd it;
It scared me so I streak'd it off,
And hung by father's pocket.
Yankee doodle, c.
But Captain Davis has a gun,
He kind of clap'd his hand ont,
And stuck a crooked stabing iron.
Upon the little end on't.
Yankee doodle, c.
And there I see a pumkin shell,
As big as mothers bason,
And every time they thouch'd it off,
The scamper'd like the nation.
Yankee doodle, c.
I see a little barrel too,
The heads were made of leather,
They knock'd upon it with little clubs,
And call'd the folks together.
Yankee doodle, c,
And there was captain Washington,
And gentle folks about him;
They say he's grown so tarnal proud,
He will not ride without 'em.
Yankee doodle, c.
He got him on his meeting clothes,
Upon a slapping stallion;
He set the world along in rows,
In hundreds and in millions.
Yankee doodle, c.
The flaming ribbons in their hats,
They look'd so tearing fine, ah;
I wanted plaguily to get,
To give to my Jemima
Yankee doodle, c.
I see another snarl of men,
A digging graves, they told me,
So tarnal long, so tarnal deep,
They 'tended they should hold me.
Yankee doodle, c.
It scar'd me so, I hookd it off,
Nor stopp'd, as I remember;
Nor turn'd about till I got home,
Lock'd up in mothers chamber:
Yankee doodle, c.
Published by Cha s . Magnus, 12 Frankfort St. N. Y.
Father and I went down to camp,
Along with Captain Gooding:
There we see the men and boys,
As thick as hasty-puddling.
CHORUS.
Yankee doddle keep it up,
Yankee doodle dandy;
Mind the music and the step,
And with the girls be handy.
And there we see a thousand men,
As rich as Squire David;
And what they wasted every day,
I wish it could be saved.
Yankee doodle, c.
The 'lasses they eat every day,
Would keep a house a winter;
They have as much that I'll be bound,
They eat it when they're a mind to.
Yankee doodle, c.
And there we see a swamping gun,
Large as a log of maple,
Upon a duced little cart,
A load for father's cattle.
Yankee doodle, c.
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,
Yankee doodle, c.
I went as nigh to one myself,
As' Siahs under-pinning;
And father went as nigh again,
I thought the dence was in him.
Yankee doodle, c.
Cousin Simon grew so bold,
I thought he would have been cock'd it;
It scared me so I streak'd it off,
And hung by father's pocket.
Yankee doodle, c.
But Captain Davis has a gun,
He kind of clap'd his hand ont,
And stuck a crooked stabing iron.
Upon the little end on't.
Yankee doodle, c.
And there I see a pumkin shell,
As big as mothers bason,
And every time they thouch'd it off,
The scamper'd like the nation.
Yankee doodle, c.
I see a little barrel too,
The heads were made of leather,
They knock'd upon it with little clubs,
And call'd the folks together.
Yankee doodle, c,
And there was captain Washington,
And gentle folks about him;
They say he's grown so tarnal proud,
He will not ride without 'em.
Yankee doodle, c.
He got him on his meeting clothes,
Upon a slapping stallion;
He set the world along in rows,
In hundreds and in millions.
Yankee doodle, c.
The flaming ribbons in their hats,
They look'd so tearing fine, ah;
I wanted plaguily to get,
To give to my Jemima
Yankee doodle, c.
I see another snarl of men,
A digging graves, they told me,
So tarnal long, so tarnal deep,
They 'tended they should hold me.
Yankee doodle, c.
It scar'd me so, I hookd it off,
Nor stopp'd, as I remember;
Nor turn'd about till I got home,
Lock'd up in mothers chamber:
Yankee doodle, c.