One popular version of Yankee Doodle was known as The Yankee’s Return from Camp and is as follows:

Father and I went down to camp,

Along with Captain Gooding

There we see the men and boys,

As thick as hasty pudding,

Yankee doodle keep it up,

Yankee doodle dandy;

Mind the music and the step,

And with the girls be handy.

And there see a thousand men,

As rich as ‘Squire David;

And what they wasted every day,

I wish it could be saved.

Yankee doodle, &c.

The ‘lasses they eat every day,

Would keep an house a winter,

They have as much that I’ll be bound,

They eat it when they’re amind to.

Yankee doodle, &c.

And there we see a swamping gun,

Large as a log of maple,

Upon a duced little cart,

A load for father’s cattle.

Yankee doodle, &c.

And every time they shoot it off,

It takes a horn of powder;

It makes a noise like father’s gun,

Only a nation louder.

Yankee doodle, &c.

I went as nigh to one myself,

As ‘Siah’s under-pinning;

And father went as nigh again,

I thought the duce was in him.

Yankee doodle, &c.

Cousin Simon grew so bold,

I thought he would have cock’d it;

It sear’d me so I streak’d it off,

And hung by father’s pocket.

Yankee doodle, &c.

But Captain Davis has a gun,

He kind of clap’d his hand on’t,

And stuck a crooked staging iron,

Upon the little end on’t.

Yankee doodle, &c.

And there I see a pumpkin shell,

As big as mother’s bason,

And every time they touch’d it off,

They scamper’d like the nation.

Yankee doodle, &c.

And there was Captain Washington,

And gentlefolks about him,

They say he’s grown so tarnal proud,

He will not ride without ‘em.

Yankee doodle, &c.

He got him on his meeting clothes,

Upon a slapping stallion,

He set the world along in rows,

In hundreds and in millions.

Yankee doodle, &c.

The flaming ribbons in their hats,

They look’d so tearing fine, ah,

I wanted plagueily to get,

To give to my Jemima.

Yankee doodle, &c.

I see another snarl of men,

A digging graves, they told me,

So tarnal long, so tarnal deep,

They’t ended they should hold me.

Yankee doodle, &c.

It scar’d me so, I hook’d it off,

Nor stopp’d as I remember,

Nor turn’d about till I got home,

Lock’d up in mother’s chamber.

Yankee doodle, &c.

A variation on this version is as follows:

Father and I went down to camp

Along with Captain Gooding

And there we saw the men and boys

As thick as hasty pudding.

And there they had a little keg

The heads were made of leather

They rap’t upon’t with little clubs

To call the folks together.

There I saw a swamping gun

As big’s a log of maple,

Put upon two little wheels
A load for father’s cattle.

I saw a man a’talking there

You might heard to the barn, sir,

Halooing and scolding too—

The deal of one would answer.

There he kept a riding round

Upon a spanking stallion.

And all the people standing round,

A thousand for a million.

The original seems to have been written by a British army physician named Dr. Richard Schuckberg, during the French and Indian War, to make fun of the New Englanders:

Brother Ephraim sold his cow

And bought him a commission

And then he went to Canada

To fight for the nation;

But when Ephraim, he came home

He proved an arrant coward,

He wouldn’t fight the Frenchmen there

For fear of being devoured.

Sheep’s head and vinegar

Buttermilk and tansy

Boston is a Yankee town,

Sing "Hey, doodle dandy!"

Writing verses to the tune seems to have been a popular past-time. British troops supposedly sang this verse on their way to Lexington and Concord in 1775:

Yankee Doodle’s come to town

For to buy a firelock,

We will tar and feather him

And so will we John Hancock.

American’s summed up their favor for Yankee Doodle with the following verse:

Yankee Doodle is the tune

That we all delight in;

It suits for feasts, it suits for fun,

And just as well for fightin’.

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