Yankee Doodle

B:The One Hundred and One Best Songs - The Cable Company - 1919 - Chicago, Illinois

X:5
T:Yankee Doodle
% Four-part piano arrangement for standard notation.
C:Dr. Schamburg/Old English Tune ca. 1755
S:From "The One Hundred and One Best Songs" / The Cable Company / 1919 / Chicago, Illinois
M:2/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=120
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V:1 clef=treble
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w:1. Fath'r and I went down to camp, A-long with Cap-tain Good-'in, And there we
w:2.~~And there we see a thou-sand men, As rich as Squire* Da-vid; And what they
w:3.~~And there was Cap-tain Wash-ing-ton, Up-on a slap-ping stal-lion, A-giv-ing
w:4.~~And then the feath-ers on his hat, They looked so ver-y fine, ah! I want-ed
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e | A A e e | A A e e | A A (e e) | A2 e e | A A
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w:saw the men and boys As thick as has-ty pud-din'.
w:wast-ed ev-'ry day, I wish it could be sav-ed. Yan-kee Doo-dle, keep it up,_
w:or-ders to his men; I guess there was a mil-lion.
w:pes-ki-ly to get To give to my Je-mi-ma.
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w:Yan-kee Doo-dle dan\-* dy, Mind the mu-sic and the step, And with the girls be hand-y.
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W:5 And there I see a swamping gun, Large as a log of maple, Upon a
W:mighty little cart; A load for father's cattle.
W:6 And every time they fired it off, It took a horn of powder; It made a
W:noise like father's gun, Only a nation louder.
W:7 And there I see a little keg, Its head all made of leather; They knocked
W:upon't with little sticks, To call the folks together.
W:8 And Cap'n Davis had a gun, He kind o' clapt his hand on't; And stuck a
W:crooked stabbing-iron Upon the little end on't.
W:9 The troopers, too, would gallop up And fire right in our faces; It scared
W:me almost half to death To see them run such races.
W:10 It scared me so I hooked it off, Nor stopped, as I remember, Nor turned
W:about till I got home, Locked up in mother's chamber.

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