The Farmer and his Son's return from a visit to the CAMP
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.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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