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Yankee Doodle. |
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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.
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.
7. And therel see a little keg,
Its head all made of leather, They knocked upon t with little sticks, To call the folks together. |
8. And Cap n Davis had a gun,
He kind o'clapt his hand ont And stuck a crooked stabbing-iron Upon the little end ont.
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.
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. |
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