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Show 10 YANKEE DOODLE. Words revised by W. D. Chenery. A Yankee boy is brave and true, With courage all undaunted, He loves the flag, red, white and blue, Its glory ever vaunted. His country is his joy and pride, With liberty unbounded, Its honor, over all beside, With valor is surrounded. Chorus. Yankee Doodle dares to fight, Yankee Doodle Dandy, Pight for right with all his might, And with the foe be handy. YANKEE: DOODLE. ipNUfi^Piifiiii S.*A. 1. Fath'rand I went down to camp, A-long with Captain Good-MnjAnci there we saw the 2. And there we see a thousand men, As rich aa Squire Da • vid; And what they wasted 3. And there was Captain Washing-ton Up - on a slap-ping stallion, A-giv-ing or-ders 4. And then the feathers on his hat,They looked so ver-y fine, ah I I want-ed pesk-i - T.OB. Chords nir U N | k uhords ,— men and boys As thick as has - ty pud - din'. Yan - kee Doo-dle keep it up, Yan- ev - 'ry day, I wish it could be sav - ed. to his men; I guess there was a mil - lion, ly to get To give to my Je - mi - ma. --& *J= pi^^^^p kee Doo-dle dan - dy, Mind the mu-sic and the step, And with the girls be han - dy. .0.— ^-£__^,_^_^ jp.-^— 0—0 I + +~£—WT01ZZZ+lZZr\ 6 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 there I see a little keg, Its head all made of leather, They knocked upon't with little stickss To call the folks together. 8 And Cap'n Davis had a gun, He kind o' clapt his hand on't And stuck a crooked stabbing-lron Upon the little end on't 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. MARSEILLAISE HYMN. 11 >-n / ffegE^ w 1. Ye sons of France,a wake to glo ry ' Hark,hark ' what myriads bid you rise 1 Your child .J, 2. Wifchlux-u ry and pride surround ed, Thavile, in na tiate despots dare, Their thirst for 3. O Lib-er ty' can man re sign thee, Once having felt thy gen'rous flame? Can dungeons, x3~i *--*-■ ±3£&Z& frzzmzz]—H^z^ijot: HS- * -*■*; ■v-»- f> w^**==*&&=ih±3±*i^ p-- :zS-3=*k3: wives, and grand-sires hoar y, be-hold their tears, and hear their cries' Be-hold their gold and pow'r un bound-ed, To mete and vend the light and air, To mete and bolts and bars con - fine thee? Or whips thy no ble spir It tame? Or whips thy ft: ft' '0; ft: ft + z~ ^ ft ft- ft ^ JT©—i—i -J—— it' ^: it 1t v-^- -I I, -&r=jzr=tg= 3zrt m •vr-p—\rz tears, and hear their eries! Shall hate -ful ty rants, mischief vend the light and air Like beasts of bur - den would they ble spir - it tame? Too long the world has wept be gl| £_* 6pir it W*z &-- ft-Js—Jt $=£ breed ing, With hireling load us, Like gods would wail- ing Thatfalsehood's ^ 4==t ]»"5 ■si z&t a±S;«: ^£ £ Ft-r-K *fc^=S=^rjt Sigg W- hosts, a ruf - flan band, bid their slaves a - dore; dag - ger ty - rants wield; r Af- fright and des - o - late the land, While peace and But man is man, and who is more? Then shall they But free-dom is our sword and shield, And all their K gjjj* Jt *—tin ^ -Si qp^-x- T> ]/ U W » :£=* f ft £^=^=1=^ f ft J_ _>TJ—-3fi 3- f ft zs=*r< 34 ^r* -—i—i—^-=- -V * lib - er - ty lie bleed-ing? long-er lash and goad us? arts are un - a - vail - ing. 5fesJ-«W- To arms, to arms, ye brave 1 Th' a-veng - ing sword un- •£.-&. it-it £fff-^ sheathe! March on, march on! all hearts re - solved On vie - - to - ry or death 1 B -P&- I ~¥£E*E^*EE*EEE=& Jpr=F |
