| Lyrics: | Yankee Doodle
Father and I went down to eamp,
Along with Captain Gooding;
And
there we saw the men and boys,
As thiek as hasty pudding.
Yankee doodle, keep
it up,
Yankee doodle dandy;
Mind the musie and the step,
And with the
girls be handy.
There was Captain Washington
Upon a slapping stallion,
A-giving
orders to his men,
I guess there was a million.
And then the feathers on his
hat,
They looked so' tarnal fin-a,
I wanted pockily to get
To give to my
Jemima.
And then we saw a swamping gun,
Large as a log of maple;
Upon a deuced
little cart,
A load for father's cattle.
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.
I went as nigh to one myself,
As' Siah's underpinning;
And father went
as nigh agin,
I thought the deuce was in him.
We saw a little barrel, too,
The
heads were made of leather;
They knocked upon it with little clubs,
And called the folks
together.
And there they'd fife away like fun,
And play on cornstalk
fiddles,
And some had ribbons red as blood,
All bound around their middles.
The
troopers, too, would gallop up
And fire right in our faces;
It scared me almost to
death
To see them run such races.
Uncle Sam came there to
change
Some pancakes and some onions,
For' lasses cake to carry home
To give his wife
and young ones.
But I can't tell half I see
They kept up such a smother;
So I took my
hat off, made a bow,
And scampered home to mother.
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.
And there I saw a pumpkin shell,
As big as mother's basin;
And every
time they touched it off,
They scampered like the nation.
Yankee doodle, keep
it up,
Yankee doodle dandy;
Mind the music and the step,
And with the
girls be handy.
From American Folksongs and Ballads, Lomax
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