English poem
American Spirit
by Anonymous
Sing Yankee Doodle that fine tune, Americans delight in; It suits for peace, it suits for fun, It suits as well for fighting. Yankee Doodle, (mind the tune) Yankee Doodle dandy, If Frenchmen come with naked bum, We'll spank 'em hard and handy.
To çaira and carmagnole. Direct'ry dance like Nero's; But Frenchmen's songs, so full of wrongs, Are scorn'd by Yankee Heroes. Yankee Doodle, &c.
The Prendent, with good intent, Three Envoys sent to Paris, But cinq Tetes, would not with 'm treat, Of honor France so bare is. Yankee Doodle, &c.
Thro' X and Y, and Madame Sly, They made demand of money; For as we're told, the French love gold, As stinging bees love honey. Yankee Doodle, &c.
Nebuchadnezzar long ago, Set up a golden image, Shadrach, Mechach, Abednego, Would not fall down in homage, Yankee Doodle, &c.
Just so cinq Tetes, with pride elate, Of Marshall, Pinckney, Gerry, Demand that they adore and pay, The piper to make merry. Yankee Doodle, &c.
That Talleyrand, might us trappan, And o'er the country sound it; He sent his pill t' Aurora's mill, And Benny Faction ground it. Yankee Doodle, &c.
But Marshall came, with trump of fame, And brought the noble answer; Without a joke, he had in soak, A rod for Talleyrand, Sir, Yankee Doodle, &c.
With fraud and he, Directory, Deal in deceit and evil; Who Venice sold for power and gold, Would sell us to the Devil. Yankee Doodle, &c.
Their 'fernal hugs, may squeeze Dutch bugs, But we will have no master, And while the Swiss, Sans Culottes kiss, We'll spread a blister plaister. Yankee Doodle, &c.
Americans then fly to arms, And learn the way to use 'em, If each man fights, to 'fend his rights, The French can't long abuse 'em. Yankee Doodle, &c.
Bold ADAMS did in seventy six, Our independence sign, sir, And he will not, give up a jot, Tho' all the world combine, sir. Yankee Doodle, &c.
Let every man, adopt his plan, Like brothers stick together; Then all the threats, of vile cinq Tetes, Will never weigh a feather. Yankee Doodle, &c.
If we are firm, peace will return, Sweet peace the very dandy; May they that flinch a single inch, Ne'er taste the sugar candy, Yankee Doodle, &c.
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