Songs We Like to Sing
Along with Captain Good'in,
And there we saw the men and boys,
As thick as hasty puddin'
Chorus: Yankee Doodle, keep it up,
Yankee doodle dandy,
Mind the music and the step,
And with the girls be handy.
And there we see a thousand men,
As rich as Squire David;
And what they wasted ev'ry day,
I wish it could be saved.
And there was Captain Washington
Upon a slapping stallion,
A-giving orders to his men;
I guess there was a million.
And then the feathers on his hat,
They looked so very fine, ah!
i wanted peskily to get,
To give to my Jemima.
And there I see a swamping fun,
Large as a log of maple,
Upon a mighty little cart;
A load for father's cattle.
And every time they fired it off,
I took a horn of powder;
It made a noise like father's gun,
Only a nation louder.
And there I see a little keg,
Its heads all made of leather,
They knocked upon't with little sticks,
To call the folks together.
And Cap'n Davis had a gun,
He kind o' clapt his hand on't
And stuck a crooked stabbing iron
Upon the little end on't.
The troopers, too, would gallop up,
And fire right in our faces;
It scared me almost half to dath
To see them run such races.
It scared me so I hooked it off,
Nor stopped, as I remember,
Nor turned aobut till I got home,
Locked up in mother's chamber.
© 1999, Lynn Waterman