|Yankee Doodle came to town,
riding on a pony,
stuck a feather in his cap,
and called it macaroni!
|And there I see a little keg,
It's head all made of leather,
They knocked upon't with little sticks
To call the men together.
|Yankee Doodle, keep it up,
Yankee Doodle dandy,
Mind the music and the step,
and with the girls be handy.
|And there I see a swamping gun
Large as a log of maple,
Upon a mighty little cart;
A load for father's cattle.
|Father and I went down to camp,
Along with Cap'n Goodwin,
There we saw the men and boys
as thick as hasty puddin'.
|And every time they fired it off
It took a horn of powder;
It made a noise like father's gun,
Only a notion louder.
|And there was Captain Washington
upon a slappin' stallion
A-giving orders to his men;
I guess there was a million.
|It scared me so I hoofed it off,
Or stomped, as I remember,
Nor turned about till I got home
Locked up in mother's chamber.
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Let tyrants shake their iron rod,
and slavery clank her galling chains.
We'll fear them not; we trust in God:
New England's God forever reigns.
When God inspired us for the fight,
their ranks were broke, their lines were forced,
their ships were sheltered in our sight,
or swiftly driven from our coast.
What grateful offerings shall we bring,
What shall we render to the Lord?
Loud hallelujahs let us sing,
And praise his name on every chord.
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