ONE night, it was bout nine o'clock, Dat Rogers was a sailing, He came across de dunghill cock, Who didn't mind his hailing, Yankee doodle, carmagnole, Yankee doodle dandy, How long de cannon's music roll, More stronger as French brandy.

Den Rogers ax him o'er again, To give him up de man, sair; But do he speak de Agnleesh plain, De raskeel wouldn't ansair. Yankee doodle.

So Rogers sent de messengair, Quick time wid ball and powder; O Lord de Breeteesh was so scare, He cry for quarter louder. Yankee doodle.

But Rogers say, you foolish crew, You surely must be groggy; Do I talk like a Parlezvous? I did not want to flog you. Yankee doodle.

While he was speaking dus to dem, So kind and so good natur'd, Dey shoot de gun without all shame, Aldo dey was so batter'd. Yankee doodle.

Den Rogers was enrage for good, To see dem such a ninny; He knock dair mas all over board, And break de leg of many. Yankee doodle.

De Merrikeens dey all rejoice, And toss up dair tarpaulin: Dey cry out, see how Yankee boys Can give dair foes a mauling. Yankee doodle, keep it up, Yankee doodle dandy, Dey get it hot as dey could sup, More hotter as French brandy.