Yankee Doodle

 

Yankee Doodle Song Sheet

Yankee Doodle Song Sheet

 YankeeD oodle Harmony

US Army Chorus Yankee Doodle

A  version submitted by “A Yankee” in the February 21, 1788 version of the  Pennsylvania Mercury

The ‘Vention did in Boston meet,

But State-house could not hold ’em,

So then they went to Fed’ral-street,

And there the truth was told ’em—

Yankee doodle, keep it up!

Yankee doodle, dandy,

Mind the music and the step,

And with the girls be handy.

They ev’ry morning went to prayer,

And then began disputing,

’Till opposition silenc’d were,

By arguments refuting.

Yankee doodle, keep it up! &c.

Then ‘squire Hancock like a man,

Who dearly loves the nation,

By a concil’atry plan,

Prevented much vexation.

Yankee doodle, &c.

He made a woundy fed’ral speech,

With sense and elocution;

And then the ‘Vention did beseech

T’ adopt the Constitution.

Yankee doodle, &c.

The question being outright put,

(Each voter independent)

The Fed’ralists agreed t’ adopt,

And then propose amendment.

Yankee doodle, &c.

The other party seeing then

The people were against ’em,

Agreed like honest, faithful men,

To mix in peace amongst ’em.

Yankee doodle, &c.

The Boston folks are deucid lads,

And always full of notions;

The boys, the girls, their mams and dads,

Were fill’d with joy’s commotions.

Yankee doodle, &c.

So straightway they procession made,

Lord! how nation fine, Sir!

For ev’ry man of ev’ry trade

Went with his tools—to dine, Sir.

Yankee doodle, &c.

JOHN FOSTER WILLIAMS in a ship,

Join’d in the social band, Sir,

And made the lasses dance and skip,

To see him sail on land, Sir.

Yankee doodle, &c.

Oh then a whapping feast begun,

And all hands went to eating;

They drank their toasts, shook hands and sung,

Huzza! for ‘Vention meeting.

Yankee doodle, &c.

Now Politicians of all kinds,

Who are not yet decided;

May see how Yankees speak their minds;

And yet are not divided.

Yankee doodle, &c.

Then from this ‘sample let ’em cease,

Inflammatory writing,

For FREEDOM, HAPPINESS, and PEACE,

Is better far than fighting.

Yankee doodle, &c.

So here I end my fed’ral song,

Compos’d of thirteen verses,

May agriculture flourish long,

And commerce fill our purses!

Yankee doodle, keep it up!

Yankee doodle, dandy,

Mind the music and the step,

And with the girls be handy.

A version printed in the Philadelphis Independent Gazetteer, February 19, 1788

The FEDERAL SHIP—A SONG.

Tune Yankee Doodle: Or, my Daddy was in the rebellion.

What think you of the Yankees now,

Malicious sons of slaughter?

Go to your trades—go to the plough,

Nor makes us burst with laughter.

Let Centinel lay down his arms,

Likewise Philadelphiensis,

Give over drinking of raw drams,

For much we fear your senses.

Now strike your topsails, imps of war,

Vile screaming owls of faction,

The fed’ral ship ne’er think to mar,

Before she comes to action.

But have a care, ye sons of strife,

Her ammunition’s ready,

The drums, the trumpets, and the fife,

Call up her men all steady.

Steady—nor let a broadside fly,

There’s nought but old wives bawling—

Just view them in the white o’ th’ eye,

They’ll on their backs be sprawling.

Come, come my lads, send round the can,

And drink to Boston city—

They are the boys began the plan—

How beautiful! how pretty!

PhiladelphiaFeb. 19, 1788.