Editing Yankee Doodle (section)

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The full version of the song as it is known today:<ref>Gen. George P. Morris - "Original Yankee Words", ''The Patriotic Anthology'', Doubleday, Doran & Company, Inc. publishers, 1941. Introduction by Carl Van Doren. Literary Guild of America, Inc., New York, NY.</ref><ref>Penrhyn Wingfield Coussens, editor. ''Poems Children Love: A Collection of Poems Arranged for Children and Young People of Various Ages.'' Dodge Publishing Company, New York, 1908. pp. 183-5.</ref>

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Yankee Doodle went to town
A-riding on a pony,
Stuck a feather in his cap
And called it [[Macaroni (fashion)|macaroni]].

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Yankee Doodle keep it up,
Yankee Doodle [[dandy]],
Mind the music and the step,
And with the girls be handy.

Father and I went down to camp,
Along with Captain Gooding,{{efn|Captain William Gooding of [[Dighton, Massachusetts]], commanded a militia company during the French and Indian War.<ref>{{cite book |last1=Connelley |first1=William E. |author-link1=William E. Connelley |title=A Standard History of Kansas and Kansans: Volume IV |date=1918 |publisher=Lewis Publishing Company |location=Chicago |page=2061 |url=https://books.google.com/books?id=i2YUAAAAYAAJ&q=%22William+Gooding%22+%22yankee+doodle%22 |access-date=15 July 2019 |language=en}}</ref>}}
And there we saw the men and boys
As thick as [[hasty pudding]].

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And there we saw a thousand men
As rich as Squire David,
And what they wasted every day,
I wish it could be savèd.

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The [[Molasses|'lasses]] they eat every day,
Would keep a house a winter;
They have so much, that I'll be bound,
They eat it when they've a mind to.

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And there I see a swamping{{efn|Very large; huge.<ref>{{cite book |last1=Bartlett |first1=John Russell |author-link1=John Russell Bartlett |title=Dictionary of Americanisms, enlarged |date=1877 |publisher=Little, Brown, and Company |location=Boston |page=[https://archive.org/details/dictionaryameri01bartgoog/page/n759 684] |edition=4th |url=https://archive.org/details/dictionaryameri01bartgoog |access-date=10 September 2018 |language=en}}</ref>}} gun
Large as a log of maple,
Upon a [[:wikt:deuced|deuced]] little cart,
A load for father's cattle.

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And every time they shoot it off,
It takes a [[Powder horn|horn of powder]],
And makes a noise like father's gun,
Only a nation{{efn|A corruption of ''damnation''. Immense, enormous; very, extremely.<ref>{{cite book |last1=Bartlett |first1=John Russell |title=Dictionary of Americanisms, enlarged |date=1877 |publisher=Little, Brown, and Company|location=Boston |page=[https://archive.org/details/dictionaryameri01bartgoog/page/n478 419] |edition=4th |url=https://archive.org/details/dictionaryameri01bartgoog |access-date=10 September 2018 |language=en}}</ref> }} louder.

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I went as nigh to one myself
As 'Siah's underpinning;
And father went as nigh again,
I thought the deuce was in him.

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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.

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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

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And there I see a pumpkin shell
As big as mother's basin,
And every time they touched it off
They scampered like the nation.

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I see a little barrel too,
The heads were made of leather;
They knocked on it with little clubs
And called the folks together.

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And there was Cap'n [[George Washington|Washington]],
And gentle folks about him;
They say he's grown so 'tarnal proud
He will not ride without 'em.

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He got him on his meeting clothes,
Upon a slapping stallion;
He sat the world along in rows,
In hundreds and in millions.

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The flaming ribbons in his hat,
They looked so tearing fine, ah,
I wanted dreadfully to get
To give to my Jemima.

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I see another snarl of men
A-digging graves, they told me,
So 'tarnal long, so 'tarnal deep,
They 'tended they should hold me.

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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.

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