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Yankee Doodle


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Song : G


G D
Yankee Doodle went to town
G D
A-riding on a pony,
G C
Stuck a feather in his cap
D G
And called it macaroni.

Chorus :
C
Yankee Doodle keep it up
G
Yankee Doodle dandy
C
Mind the music and the step
G D7 G
and with the girls be handy

G D
Father and I went down to camp
G D
along with Captain Gooding
G C
There we saw the men and boys
D G
as thick as hasty pudding

C
Yankee Doodle keep it up
G
Yankee Doodle dandy
C
Mind the music and the step
G D7 G
and with the girls be handy

And there we saw a thousand men
as rich as Squire David
And what they wasted everyday
I wish it could be sa-ved

Chorus

And there was Captain Washington
upon a slapping stallion
A giving orders to his men
I guess there was a million

Chorus

And then the feathers on his hat
they looked so very fine-a
I wanted peskily to get
to give to my Jemima

Chorus

The 'lasses they eat it every day,
Would keep a house a winter;
They have so much, that I'll be bound,
They eat it when they've mind ter.

Chorus
There I see a swamping gun
large as a log of maple
Upon a mighty little cart
a load for father’s cattle

Chorus

And every time they fired it off
it took a horn of powder
It made a noise like fathers gun
only a nation louder

Chorus

went as nigh to one myself
As 'Siah's inderpinning;
And father went as nigh again,
I thought the deuce was in him.

Chorus

And there I see a little keg
it’s head all made of leather
They knocked upon’t with little sticks
to call the folks together

Chorus

Cousin Simon grew so bold,
I thought he would have cocked it;
It scared me so I shrinked it off
And hung by father's pocket.

Chorus

And Captain Davis had a gun
he kinda clap’t his hand on’t
And stuck a crooked stabbing iron
upon the crooked end on’t

Chorus

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

Chorus

And there I see a pumpkin shell
As big as mother's bason,
And every time they touched it off
They scampered like the nation.

Chorus

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

Chorus

And there was Cap'n Washington,
And gentle folks about him;
They say he's grown so 'tarnal proud
He will not ride without em'.

Chorus

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

Chorus

The flaming ribbons in his hat,
They looked so tearing fine, ah,
I wanted dreadfully to get
To give to my Jemima.

Chorus

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

Chorus

It scared me so I hooked it off
nor stooped as I remember
Nor turned about till I got home
locked up in mothers chamber

Chorus

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