Yankee Doodle


J. WRIGLEY. Publisher, of Songs, Ballad’s, and Toy Books, Conversation, Age, and Small Playing cards, Alphabet Wood Blocks, Valentines, Motto verses, and Cut Motto paper, &c. No. 27 Chatham Street. (OPPOSITE CITY HALL PARK) NEW YORK

Yankee Doodle,

Father and I went down to camp,
Along with Captain Gooding;
There we see the men and boys,
As thick as hasty pudding.

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

The ’lasses they eat every day
Would keep a house a winter;
They have so much that I’ll be bound
They eat it when they’re a mind

And there we see a swamping gun,
Large as a log of maple,
Upon a densed little cart—
A load for father’s cattle.

And every time they shoot it of
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 under-pinning;
And father went as nigh again.
I’thought the deuce was in him.

Cousin Simon grew so bold,
I thought he would have cock’d it;
It scared me so, I streak’d it off,
And hung by father’s pocket.

But Captain Davis had a gun,
He kind of chipped his hand on’t,
He stuck a crooked stabbing iron
Upon the little end on’t.

And there I see a pumkin shell
As big as mother’s basin,
And every then they touch’d it off
They scamper’d like the nation.

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

And there was Captain Washington,
And gentlefolks about him;
They say he’s grown so tarnal proud
He will not ride without ’em.

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

The flaming ribbons in their hats,
They looked so tearing fine, ah;
I wanted plaguily to get
To give to my Jemima.

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

It seared me so, I hook’d it off,
Nor stopp’d as I remember;
Nor turn’d about till I got home
Lock’d up in mother’s chamber.

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