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American Ballads and Folk Songs
Father and I went down to camp, Along with Captain Gooding j And there we saw the men and boys, As thick as hasty pudding.
Yankee doodle, keep it up, Yankee doodle dandy 5 Mind the music and the step, And with the girls be handy.
There was Captain Washington Upon a slapping stallion, A-giving orders to his men, I guess there was a million.
And then the feathers on his hat, They looked so 'tarnal fin-a, I wanted pockily to get To give to my Jemima.
And then we saw a swamping gun, Large as a log of maple j Upon a deuced little cart, A load for father's cattle.
And every time they shoot it off, It takes a horn of powder 3 It makes a noise like father's gun, Only a nation louder.
I went as nigh to one myself, As 'Siah's underpinning 3 And father went as nigh ag'in, I thought the deuce was in hima
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