YANKEE DOODLE sent to Town His goods for exhibition; Everybody ran him down, And laugh'd at his position. They thought him all the world behind; A goney, muff, or noodle; Laugh on, good people, -- never mind -- Says quiet Yankee Doodle. Chorus -- Yankee Doodle, keep it up, Yankee Doodle Dandy! Mind the music and the step, And with the girls be handy! Yankee Doodle had a craft, A rather tidy clipper, And he challenged, while they laughed, The Britishers to whip her. Their whole yacht-squadron she outsped, And that on their own water; Of all the lot she went ahead, And they came nowhere arter. O'er Panama there was a scheme Long talked of, to pursue a Short route -- which many thought a dream -- By Lake Nicaragua. John Bull discussed the plan on foot, With slow irresolution, While Yankee Doodle went and put It into execution. A steamer of the Collins line, A Yankee Doodle's notion, Has also quickest cut the brine Across the Atlantic Ocean. And British Agents, no ways slow Her merits to discover, Have been and bought her -- just to tow The Cunard packets over. Your gunsmiths of their skill may crack, But that again don't mention: I guess that Colts' revolvers whack Their very first invention. By Yankee Doodle, too, you're beat Downright in Agriculture, With his machine for reaping wheat, Chawed up as by a vulture, You also fancied, in your pride, Which truly is tarnation, Them British locks of yourn defied The rogues of all creation; But Chubbs' and Bramah's Hobbs has picked, And you must now be viewed all As having been completely licked By glorious Yankee Doodle. |