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Father and I went down to camp, 
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Along with Captain Gooding; 
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And there we saw the men and boys, 
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As thick as hasty pudding. 
 
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Yankee doodle, keep it up, 
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Yankee doodle dandy; 
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Mind the music and the step, 
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And with the girls be handy. 
 
 
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There was Captain Washington 
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Upon a slapping stallion, 
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A-giving orders to his men, 
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I guess there was a million. 
 
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And then the feathers on his hat, 
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They looked so' tarnal fin-a, 
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I wanted pockily to get 
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To give to my Jemima. 
 
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And then we saw a swamping gun, 
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Large as a log of maple; 
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Upon a deuced little cart, 
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A load for father's cattle. 
 
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And every time they shoot it off, 
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It takes a horn of powder; 
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It makes a noise like father's gun, 
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Only a nation louder. 
 
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I went as nigh to one myself, 
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As' Siah's underpinning; 
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And father went as nigh agin, 
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I thought the deuce was in him. 
 
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We saw a little barrel, too, 
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The heads were made of leather; 
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They knocked upon it with little clubs, 
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And called the folks together. 
 
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And there they'd fife away like fun, 
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And play on cornstalk fiddles, 
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And some had ribbons red as blood, 
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All bound around their middles. 
 
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The troopers, too, would gallop up 
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And fire right in our faces; 
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It scared me almost to death 
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To see them run such races. 
 
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Uncle Sam came there to change 
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Some pancakes and some onions, 
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For' lasses cake to carry home 
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To give his wife and young ones. 
 
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