"Yankee Doodle" é uma música americana com origem na Guerra dos Sete Anos. É por vezes cantada patrioticamente nos Estados Unidos da América nos dias de hoje. É a música oficial do estado de Connecticut.STATE OF CONNECTICUT, Sites º Seals º Symbols ; Connecticut State Register & Manual; retrieved on May 23, 2008
Versão original Yankee Doodle went to town A-riding on a pony, Stuck a feather in his cap And called it macaroni'.
Chorus: Yankee Doodle keep it up, Yankee Doodle dandy, Mind the music and the step, And with the girls be handy.
Fath'r and I went down to camp, Along with Captain Gooding, And there we saw the men and boys As thick as hasty puddin'.
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And there we saw a thousand men As rich as Squire David, And what they wasted every day, I wish it could be saved.
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The 'lasses they eat it every day, Would keep a house a winter; They have so much, that I'll be bound, They eat it when they've mind ter.
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And there I see a swamping gun Large as a log of maple, Upon a deuced little cart, A load for father's cattle.
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And every time they shoot it off, It takes a horn of powder, and makes a noise like father's gun, Only a nation louder.
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I went as nigh to one myself As 'Siah's inderpinning; And father went as nigh again, I thought the deuce was in him.
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Cousin Simon grew so bold, I thought he would have cocked it; It scared me so I shrinked it off And hung by father's pocket.
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And Cap'n Davis had a gun, He kind of clapt his hand on't And stuck a crooked stabbing iron Upon the little end on't
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And there I see a pumpkin shell As big as mother's bason, And every time they touched it off They scampered like the nation.
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I see a little barrel too, The heads were made of leather; They knocked on it with little clubs And called the folks together.
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And there was Cap'n Washington, And gentle folks about him; They say he's grown so 'tarnal proud He will not ride without em'.
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He got him on his meeting clothes, Upon a slapping stallion; He sat the world along in rows, In hundreds and in millions.
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The flaming ribbons in his hat, They looked so tearing fine, ah, I wanted dreadfully to get To give to my Jemima.
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I see another snarl of men A digging graves they told me, So 'tarnal long, so 'tarnal deep, They 'tended they should hold me.
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It scared me so, I hooked it off, Nor stopped, as I remember, Nor turned about till I got home, Locked up in mother's chamber.
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Gen. George P. Morris
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