. . .Yankee Doodle, keep it up,
Yankee Doodle Dandy!
Mind the music and the step,
And with the gals be handy!
And there we see a thousand men
As rich as Squire David,
And what they wasted every day,—
I wish it had been savèd.
The ’lasses they eat up every day
Would keep our house all winter,—
They have so much that I’ll be bound
They eat whene’er they’ve a mind to.
And there we see a whopping gun,
As big as a log of maple,
Mounted on a little cart,—
A load for father’s cattle.
And every time they fired it off
It took a horn of powder,
And made a noise like father’s gun,
Only a nation louder.
I went as near to it
As ’Siah’s underpinning;
Father went as nigh agin,—
I thought the devil was in him.
Cousin Simon grew so bold,
I though. . . Read More