The original version of Yankee Doodle was supposedly written by the British as a way of mocking the American militia. The words are as follows:
|Father and I went down to camp,|
Along with Captain Gooding,
There we see the men and boys,
as thick as hasty pudding
Chorus.And there we see a thousand men,
as rich as Squire David;
And what they wasted every day,
I wish it could be saved.
Yankee doodle, &c.The 'lasses they eat every day,
Would keep a house a winter:
They have as much that I'll be bound
They eat it when they're mind to.
Yankee doodle, &c.And there we see a swamping gun,
Large as a log of maple,
Upon a ducid little cart,
A load for father's cattle.
Yankee doodle, &c.And every time they shoot it off,
it takes a horn of powder --
It makes a noise like father's gun,
Only a nation louder.
Yankee doodle, &c.I went as nigh to one myself,
as 'Siah's underpinning;
And father went as nigh again,
I though the deuce was in him.
Yankee doodle, &c.Cousin Simon grew so bold,
I tho't he would have cock'd it:
It scar'd me so, I shrink'd it off,
And hung by father's pocket
Yankee doodle, &c.And Captain Davis had a gun,
He kind of clapt his hand on't
And stuck a crooked stabbing iron
Upon the little end on't
Yankee doodle, &c.
And there I see a pumpkin shell|
as big as mother's bason,
and every time they touched it off,
the scampered like a nation.
Yankee doodle, &c.I see a little barrel too,
the heads were made of leather,
They knocked upon't with little clubs,
and call'd the folks together
Yankee doodle, &c.And there was captain Washington,
And gentlefolks about him,
They say he's grown so tarnal proud,
He will not ride without 'em
Yankee doodle, &c.He got him on his meeting clothes,
Upon a slapping stallion,
He set the world along in rows,
In hundreds and in Millions.
Yankee doodle, &c.The flaming ribbons in their hats,
they looked so tarring fine, ah,
wanted pockily to get,
To give to my Jemimah
Yankee doodle, &c.I see another snarl of men
A digging graves, they told me,
So tarnal long, so tarnal deep,
They 'tended they should hold me.
Yankee doodle, &c.It fear'd me so, I hook'd it off
nor stopp'd, as I remember,
Nor turn's about till I got home,
Lock'd up in mother's chamber.
Yankee doodle, &c.1
There are hundreds of variations on these words, some of which might make a good tune for you Continental types to sing on your way into battle!