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Yankee Doodle
Author: Dr. Schamburg Hymnal: Songs of Service. Rev. ed. #a116 (1948) First Line: Fath'r and I went down to camp Refrain First Line: Yankee Doodle, keep it up Lyrics: 1 Fath'r and I went down to camp,
Along with Captain Good'in,
And there we saw the men and boys
As thick as hasty puddin'.
Chorus:
Yankee Doodle, keep it up,
Yankee Doodle dandy;
Mind the music and the step
and with the girls be handy.
2 And there we see a thousand men,
As rich as Squire David;
And what they wasted ev'ry day,
I wish it could be saved. [Chorus]
3 And there was Captain Washington,
Upon a slapping stallion,
A-giving orders to his men;
I guess there was a million. [Chorus]
4 And then the feathers in his hat,
They look'd so very fine, ah!
I wanted peskily to get
To give to my Jemima. [Chorus]
5 And there I see a swamping gun,
Large as a log of maple,
Upon a mighty little cart;
A load for father's cattle. [Chorus]
6 And every time they fired it off,
It took a horn of powder;
It made a noise like father's gun,
Only a nation louder. [Chorus]
7 And there I see a little keg,
Its head all made of leather,
They knocked upon't with little sticks,
To call the men together. [Chorus]
8 And Cap'n Davis had a gun,
He kind o' clapt his hand on't,
And stuck a crooked stabbing iron
Upon the little end on't. [Chorus]
9 The troopers, too, would gallop up
And fire right in our faces;
It scared me almost half to death
To see them run such races. [Chorus]
10 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] Languages: English Tune Title: [Fath'r and I went down to camp]
Yankee Doodle
Yankee Doodle
Author: Dr. Schamburg Hymnal: Songs of Service #116 (1918) First Line: Fath'r and I went down to camp Refrain First Line: Yankee Doodle, keep it up Lyrics: 1 Fath'r and I went down to camp,
Along with Captain Good'in,
And there we saw the men and boys
As thick as hasty puddin'.
Chorus:
Yankee Doodle, keep it up,
Yankee Doodle dandy;
Mind the music and the step
and with the girls be handy.
2 And there we see a thousand men,
As rich as Squire David;
And what they wasted ev'ry day,
I wish it could be saved. [Chorus]
3 And there was Captain Washington,
Upon a slapping stallion,
A-giving orders to his men;
I guess there was a million. [Chorus]
4 And then the feathers in his hat,
They look'd so very fine, ah!
I wanted peskily to get
To give to my Jemima. [Chorus]
5 And there I see a swamping gun,
Large as a log of maple,
Upon a mighty little cart;
A load for father's cattle. [Chorus]
6 And every time they fired it off,
It took a horn of powder;
It made a noise like father's gun,
Only a nation louder. [Chorus]
7 And there I see a little keg,
Its head all made of leather,
They knocked upon't with little sticks,
To call the men together. [Chorus]
8 And Cap'n Davis had a gun,
He kind o' clapt his hand on't,
And stuck a crooked stabbing iron
Upon the little end on't. [Chorus]
9 The troopers, too, would gallop up
And fire right in our faces;
It scared me almost half to death
To see them run such races. [Chorus]
10 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] Languages: English Tune Title: [Fath'r and I went down to camp]
Yankee Doodle
Marching on for human rights
Hymnal: Inclusive Songs for Resistance and Social Action #57 (2018) First Line: We all rise up for human rights Languages: English Tune Title: FATH'R AND I WENT DOWN TO CAMP
Marching on for human rights
Free Your Town
Author: Rev. E. A. Hoffman Hymnal: Songs of the New Crusade #109 (1916) First Line: We'll vote the curse of liquor down Refrain First Line: We've resolved to free the town Topics: Temperance Languages: English Tune Title: YANKEE DOODLE
Free Your Town
The straw-plaiter's song
Hymnal: Linden Harp #124 (1855) First Line: O, here I sit, and plait my straw Lyrics: 1 O, here I sit, and plait my straw,
Tho' all the live-long day, ma'am,
And neater, never lady saw;
So I am sure you'll say, ma'am;
It is a very poor concern,
'Tis nothing very sprightly,
But yet some pennies I can earn,
To give my mother nightly.
2 O, much I thank the lady there,
'Twas she would have me taught it;
For once I used to romp, and tear,
It was not I who sought it;
O, then in rags I used to go,
I had a sickly mother,
And I could neither knit nor sew,
But only nursed my brother.
3 But now my brother runs alone,
He's able just to totter--
Full long my mother had to groan,
Until her meals I got her.
O, how it cheer'd her languid eye
When first my gains I brought her,
Now oft I hear her sigh and cry--
"God bless thee, my dear daughter."
4 And oft I wish that each poor one
Were taught to do like me, ma'am:
For I am sure, from sun to sun,
Much happiness they'd see, ma'am.
With industry I pass my day--
At night I rest most sweetly,
I'm very glad I know the way
Of plaiting straw so neatly. Languages: English Tune Title: [O, here I sit, and plait my straw]
The straw-plaiter's song
