Original Yankee Doodle
J. H. JOHNSON’S CARD AND JOB PRINTING OFFICE, No. 7 North Tenth Street, ab, Market, Phila.
Original Yankee Doodle.
Father and I went down to camp,
Along with Captain Goodwin,
And there I saw the men and boys,
As thick as hasty pudding.
And 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 finey,
I wanted peskily to get,
To give to my Jemima.
And there they had a swamping gun,
As big as a log of maple,
On a deuced little cart,
A load for father’s cattle.
And every time they fired it off,
It took a horn of powder,
It made a noise like father’s gun,
Only a nation louder.
I went as near to it myself,
As Jacob’s underpinnin’,
And father went as near again;
I thought the deuce was in him.
And there I saw a little keg,
Its head was made of leather,
They knocked upon it with little sticks,
To call the folks together.
And there they’d fight 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 half to death,
To see them run such races.
Uncle Sam came there to change
Some pancakes and some onions
For ‘lasses-cakes to carry home
To give his wife and young ones.
But I can’t tell yon half I saw,
They kept up such a smother;
So I took my hat off, made a bow,
And scampered home to mother.