Amerikansk folkemelodi Tekst: Ukendt
Fath'r and I went down to camp,
along with Captain Good'in,
and there we saw the men and boys
as thick as hasty puddin' .
Yankee Doodle keep it up,
Yankee Doodle dandy,
mind the music and the step,
and with the girls be handy.
And there we saw a thousand men,
as rich as Squire David;
and what they wasted ev'ry day,
I wish it could be saved.
Yankee Doodle ...
And there was Captain Washington,
upon a slapping stallion,
a-giving orders to his men;
I guess there was a million.
Yankee Doodle ...
I saw a little barrel, too,
the head was made of leather;
they knocked upon't with little sticks,
and called the folks together.
Yankee Doodle ...
And there I saw a swamping gun,
big as a log of maple,
upon a mighty little cart,
a load for father's cattle.
Yankee Doodle ...
And every time they shoot it off,
it takes a horn of powder,
and makes a noise like father's gun,
only a nation louder.
Yankee Doodle ...
It scared me so I hooked it off,
nor stopped, as I remember,
nor turned about till I got home
locked up in mother's chamber.
Yankee Doodle ...