John Bull, who has for ten years past, Been daily growing prouder, Has got another taste at last, Of Yankee ball and powder Yankee doodle join the tune, To every freeman handy, Let's shake the foot and rigadoon, To yankee doodle dandy

His wrongs and insults have increas'd Till yankees cannot bear 'em, And as they wish d to live in peace, He thought that he could scare 'em; But yankees know their good old tune, For fun or fighting handy, For battle or for rigadoon, 'Tis yankee doodle dandy.

You all remember well, I guess, The CHESAPEAKE disaster When Britons dar'd to kill and press, To please their royal master, That day did murder'd freemen fall, Their graves are cold and sandy; Their funeral dirge was sung by all; Not yankee doodle dandy.

But still for this we mann'd no ship, But used expostulation, They murder'd PIERCE -they fired on TRIP, We bore the degradation, For though we can like devils fight, Yet peaceful joys are handy ; Like brothers still, we would unite, With yankee doodle dandy.

The tools of British power who steal And murder on the ocean, For every wrong they make us feel, Meet honour and promotion I guess if father was not dead, He'd think us very blandy, And ask where all the fire had fled Of yankee doodle dandy.

But finding injuries prolong'd Becoming a growing evil,Our Commodore got leave, if wrong'd, To blow'em to the devil,

And RODGERSis a spunky lad, In naval battles handy, 'Twas he who whipp'd the Turks sir, With yankee doodle dandy.

So off he goes, and tells his crew, The sails we quickly bent sir ; A better ship you never knew, She's call'd the PRESIDENT sir, They hoisted up the topsails soon, The sailors are so handy; While drums and fifes struck up the tune Of yankee doodle dandy.

On Thursday morn, we saw a sail, Well arm'd with gun and swivel, Says RODGERS, "We will chase and hail And see if she'll be civil." So after her they hasten'd soon, The chase soon brought her handy, While drums and fifes still play'd the tune, Call'd yankee doodle dandy.

"Where are you from?" bold RODGERS cried Which made the British wonder- Then with a gun they quick replied, Which made a noise like thunder, Like lightening we return'd the joke, Our matches were so handy, The yankee bull-dog nobly spoke, The tune of doodle dandy/

A brilliant action then began, Our fire so briskly burn'd sir, While blood from British scuppers ran, Like seventy-six return'd sir. Our cannon roar'd, our men huzza'd, And fir'd away so handy, Till Bingham struck, he was so scar'd, At hearing doodle dandy.

Then having thus chastis'd the foe, And wounded thirty British, We gave the rascals leave to go, They felt so deuced skittish. Now toast our Commodore so brave, In toddy, flip, or brandy, And strike aloud the merry stave Of yankee doodle dandy.