And there we see a thousand men, As rich as 'Squire David; And what they wasted every day The 'lasses they eat every day And there we see a swamping gun, A load for father's cattle. And every time they shoot it off, And makes a noise like father's gun, I went as nigh to one myself I thought the deuce was in him. Cousin Simon grew so bold, 10 20 I thought he would have cocked it; 30 And Captain Davis has a gun, And there I see a pumpkin shell I see a little barrel too, The heads were made of leather, And there was Captain Washington, They say he's grown so tarnal proud He got him on his meeting clothes, The flaming ribbons in his hat, I wanted pockily to get, 40 50 YANKEE DOODLE'S EXPEDITION From Lewis, Monsieur Gerard came, Begar, said Monsieur, one grand coup So Yankee Doodle did forget The sound of British drum, sir, He took his wallet on his back, And veowed Rhode Island to attack, In dread array their tattered crew What numbers bravely crossed the seas, A swarm of rebels and of fleas, 10 20 He swore that they, with his alliance, At which the croakers, one and all, The Stork grew hungry, longed for fish; WAR AND WASHINGTON Vain Britons, boast no longer with proud indignity, By land your conquering legions, your matchless strength at sea. Since we, your braver sons incensed, our swords have girded on, Huzza, huzza, huzza, huzza, for war and Urged on by North and vengeance those Yet sacrilegious as it seems, we rebels still live on, And laugh at all their empty puffs, huzza for Washington. Still deaf to mild entreaties, still blind to England's good, You have for thirty pieces betrayed your country's blood. 10 Yet think not thirst of glory unsheaths our vengeful swords To rend your bands asunder, and cast away your cords. 'Tis heaven-born freedom fires us all, and strengthens each brave son, From him who humbly guides the plough, to godlike Washington. No courtiers now their friends deceive Our nobles-Heaven defend us all! Our gentry are a virtuous race, Despising earthly treasures; The ladies dress so plain indeed, No tradesman now forsakes his shop, Or takes his dealer at a hop No soaking sot forsakes his spouse 10 20 30 |