Yankee Doodle

"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.

Yankee Doodle

Yankee Doodle Partitura
Hino patriótico dos  Estados Unidos e estadual de  Connecticut
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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'.

Chorus

And there we saw a thousand men

As rich as Squire David,

And what they wasted every day,

I wish it could be saved.

Chorus

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.

Chorus

And there I see a swamping gun

Large as a log of maple,

Upon a deuced little cart,

A load for father's cattle.

Chorus

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.

Chorus

I went as nigh to one myself

As 'Siah's inderpinning;

And father went as nigh again,

I thought the deuce was in him.

Chorus

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.

Chorus

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

Chorus

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.

Chorus

I see a little barrel too,

The heads were made of leather;

They knocked on it with little clubs

And called the folks together.

Chorus

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'.

Chorus

He got him on his meeting clothes,

Upon a slapping stallion;

He sat the world along in rows,

In hundreds and in millions.

Chorus

The flaming ribbons in his hat,

They looked so tearing fine, ah,

I wanted dreadfully to get

To give to my Jemima.

Chorus

I see another snarl of men

A digging graves they told me,

So 'tarnal long, so 'tarnal deep,

They 'tended they should hold me.

Chorus

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.

Chorus

Gen. George P. Morris