Янкі-Дудл

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«Янкі Дудл» — американська народна пісня. Її можна вважати найвідомішою із американських пісень, чиє походження залишається найбільш таємничим. Звідки б вона не походила, цей термін використовувався у колоніальні часи мешканцями Нью-Йорка і британськими солдатами.

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Fath’r and I went down to camp,
Along with Cap’n Goodin',
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.
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
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