The Farmer and his Son's return from a viſit to the CAMP.
FATHER and I went down to camp,
Along with Captain Gooding,
And there we ſee the men and boys
As thick as haſty pudding.
Yankey doodle keep it up, yankey doodle dandy,
Mind the muſic and the ſtep,
And with the girls be handy.
And there we ſee a thouſand men,
As rich as ſquire David,
And what they waſted every day,
I wiſh it had been ſaved.
Yankey doodle, &c.
The 'laſſes they eat every day,
Would keep an houſe a winter;
They have as much that I'll be bound,
They eat it when they're mind to.
Yankey doodle, &c.
And there we ſee a ſwamping gun,
Large as a log of maple,
Upon a ducid little cart,
A load for father's cattle.
Yankey doodle, &c.
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.
Yankey doodle, &c.
I went as nigh to one myſelf,
As 'Siah's underpinning;
And father went as nigh again,
I thought the duce was in him.
Yankey doodle, &c.
Couſin Simon grew ſo bold,
I thought he would have cock'd it;
It ſear'd him ſo I ſhried'd it off,
And hung by father's pocket.
Yankey doodle, &c.
And captain Davis had a gun,
He kind of clapt his hand on't,
And ſtuck a crooked ſtabbing iron
Upon the little end on't.
Yankey doodle, &c.
And there I ſee a pumpkin ſhell,
As big as mother's baſon,
And every time they touch'd it off,
They ſcamper'd like the nation.
Yankey doodle, &c.
I ſee a little barrel too,
The heads were made of leather,
They knock'd upon't with little clubs,
And call'd the folks together.
Yankey doodle, &c.
And there was captain Waſhington,
And gentlefolks about him,
They ſay he's grown ſo tarnal proud,
He will not ride without them.
Yankey doodle, &c.
He got him on his meeting clothes,
Upon a ſlapping ſtallion,
He ſet the world along in rows,
In hundreds and in millions.
Yankey doodle, &c.
The flaming ribbons in his hat,
They look'd ſo taring fine ah,
I wanted pockily to get
To give to my Jemimah.
Yankey doodle, &c.
I ſee another ſnarl of men,
A digging graves they told me,
So tarnal long, ſo tarnal deep,
They 'tended they ſhould hold me.
Yankey doodle, &c.
It ſcar'd me ſo, I hook'd it off,
Nor ſtopd as I remember,
Nor turn'd about, 'till I got home,
Lock'd up in mother's chamber.
Yankey doodle, &c.
