THE STORY OF YANKEE DOODLE
Yankee Doodle came to town,
Upon a pretty pony,
His coat-tails stuck straight out behind,
His legs were long and bony.
Yankee Doodle—Ha, Ha, Ha.
Cakes and sugar candy,
Come, listen to the story, now,
Of Yankee Doodle Dandy.
He wore a pair of striped pants,
A feather in his hat, sir;
His mouth was large, his nose stuck out,
His feet were long and flat, sir.
The red men, when they saw him come,
Cried, “What a funny fellow”
Some ran away, and some fell down,
And loudly they did bellow.
And then the squaws came running out,
To see what was the matter,
For Yankee Doodle rode so fast,
He made a dreadful clatter.
Said he, ” I long have roamed about,
Like goosey goosey gander,
So now I think I’ll settle down,
And never more will wander.”
He chopped the trees, and cleared the ground,
And then he made a farm, sir,—
And then he made a fort of logs,
To keep his folks from harm, sir.
He dug a well and built a fence,
As true as I am born, sir—
And when the summer came, he ploughed,
And sometimes hoed his corn, sir.
And soon he built a little town;
And in it lived the people—
And next he built a meeting house,
And on it put a steeple.
And in the steeple then he put,
Upon my word, a bell, sir,
Which every Sunday morning rang
The time for church to tell, sir.
Then all the folks to meeting went,
And listened to the preacher,
But, ah! his name I cannot tell—
May be ’twas Mr. Beecher.
But Yankee Doodle had his cares–
Old England tried to tax him,
And when he said he wouldn’t pay,
She went to work to flax him.
So then he called his fighting men,
And gave them each a gun, sir,
And gave to each a cartridge-box,
And fixed them up for fun, sir.
They played the fife with all their might,
The drum, they made it rattle—
And when the British came along,
They fought a dreadful battle.
And all the Yankee boys were there
And used their guns so handy,
That Johnny Bull soon had to yield,
To Yankee Doodle Dandy.
Then Yankee Doodle said, said he,
Well form a mighty nation;
He took a quill and made a pen,
And signed the declaration.
And then he made a pretty flag;
Now what I say is true, sir;
The stripes were made of red and white,
The field was made of blue, sir.
One fourth was covered o’er with blue,
The stripes were just thirteen, sir;
One for each State—a finer sight
Was never, never seen, sir.
For each new State he adds a star,
It is a fact, by jingo,
He’ll take all North America,
And, may be, San Domino.
He built a ship to sail the sea,
It was a funny notion,
And when he had her done, he sent
Her out upon the ocean.
And Johnny Jones had full command,
His name was funny too, sir,
Some very funny things he did
Out on the ocean blue, sir.
He looked around for Johnny Bull,
And every time he found him,
He used to cut and bang away,
And do his best to pound him.
Said Johnny Bull, “I’ll thrash you now,
You curly-headed poodle,
come out and fight me, if you dare,
“All right,” said Yankee Doodle.
Old Putnam left his plough one day,
And started out to fight, sir —
He took the Yankee-Doodle side,
Because he thought it right, sir.
He watched his foes both night and day,
And every time he caught them,
He stood his soldiers in a row,
And bravely then they fought them.
And once when he was marching out,
A spy he chanced to see, sir,
And very soon he hung him up,
Upon an apple tree, sir.
The British followed him about,
And did their best to match him;
But he was cunning as a fox,
And never let them catch him.
And when they thought they had him fast,
Close by an old brown church, sir,
He galloped down a hundred steps,
And left them in the lurch, sir.
One day he went to hunt a wolf,
That killed his pigs and sheep, sir;
Next day the young wolves put on black,
And sadly they did weep, sir.
Once Johnny Bull lived in New York,
But he has moved away, sir;
For Yankee Doodle came along,
And said you must not stay, sir.
His soldiers looked so very queer,
With hats so very high on—
And Miss Britannia wiped her eyes,
And Johnny led the lion.
And Yankee Doodle raised his hat,
And bowing very low, sir,
IIe said, Good-morning, Mr. Bull,
I’m glad to see you go, sir.”
“Go Home,” said he to Mr. Bull,
“And take your weeping daughter;”
And Johnny said, “I’ll lose no time,
But get across the water.”
The Eagle flapped his wings that day,
And did some joyful screaming—
The stars and stripes from every house
Throughout the land were streaming.
And General Washington was there
And rode along the street, sir,
And bowed to all the girls and boys,
They looked so very sweet, sir.
The horse he rode was white as snow—
He rode him on a trot, sir ;
And just how old that pony was,
I really have forgot, sir.
And soon they fired the cannon off,
And kept a dreadful drumming,
And then the little girls and boys
Saw Yankee Doodle coming.
His sword was swinging by his side,
And, every one did cheer, sir,
And when he smiled his mouth was stretch’d
Around from ear to ear, sir.
The flags were waving in the air,
Hats all about were flying,
And every one to make a noise,
His very best was trying.
The Yankees cried, “The man who thinks
To whip us is a noodle”—
Then gave three cheers for Uncle Sam,
And three for Yankee Doodle.
The British went on board their ships,
And sorrowful did look, sir,
And very soon were out of sight,
Way down by Sandy Hook, sir,
Just look, when Yankee Doodle comes,
Upon his dashing charger—
You’ll look like him, I have no doubt,
When you’re a little larger.
The war was over now, you see,
And all the noise and flutter—
And girls, and boys, could eat in peace,
Their pie, and bread and butter.
A very fat man swung his hat,
And then so loudly called, sir,
That nearly all his hair came out,
And left him almost bald, sir.
The baby saw the pony pass,
And opened wide her eyes, sir.
Oh, ain’t a little baby sweet?
I mean, that never cries, sir.
Oh, don’t I wish I had been there,
To get some nuts and candy,
And then I would have shouted, too,
For Yankee Doodle Dandy.
Like Yankee Doodle, when a man,
I mean to have a pony,
But then I would not like to be
So long, and lean, and bony.
The people all went wild with joy,
And set the bells to ringing —
And some were eating ginger-bread,
And others loudly singing.
They threw their hats into the air,
And made an awful racket,
And Jerry Thomas, he fell down,
And spoiled his Sunday jacket.
And Billy Birch dressed up that day,
And looked just like a dandy;
Ile spent his money—all he had,
For nice molasses candy.
And now the Yankees love John Bull—
At least, they do not hate him,
And would not do a single thing,
To vex or irritate him.
But friendly words we mean to send
To Johnny, by the cable;
For when we dine with him he puts
Plum pudding on the table.
And we will give him pumpkin pie,
And apple sauce and chickens,
And never speak an angry word,
While we remember Dickens.
Now Yankee Doodle lives at ease–
The White House is his home, sir.
He would not swap with any king,
Nor with the Pope of Rome, sir.
All nations gather on his lawn,
And laugh, and sing, and dance, sir.
And Irish, Dutch, or Chinaman,—
He gives them all a chance, sir.
They send their children to his schools,
To learn to read and write, sir ;
And when they all stand up to spell,
It is a pleasant sight, sir.
He is no friend to willful knaves,
Nor is he pleased with folly ;
But likes good people, high and low,
And likes to see them jolly.
He often takes a quiet smoke,
When he has read the papers,
And then he loves to watch the folks,
While cutting up their capers.
Now boys and girls, all gather ’round–
Come on, the whole “caboodle,”
And give three cheers for Uncle Sam,
For he is Yankee Doodle.