They join'd the old Green Mountain train

They join'd the old Green Mountain train, To face their foes and beat them, They scale the hill and scour the plain To conquer and defent them. Sing yankee doodle one and all, With fowling pleess handy, They role that freedom's foes may fall, Sing Yankee Doodle Dandy. Securely guarded to their chins, The foe display'd his cannon, And fir'd about the yankees shins, Yet no one urg'd his man on. Like light ning o'er their works they fly, Stark led the van to glory, Yet scarcely to the rear could cry, We scamper'd here before you. The hessian grunt and indian yell Was quickly turn'd to praying, But who their sullenness can tell While down their arms they're laying. Says Yankee Doodle pile your arms, The tories string and pinion, To lead them off a negro charms From our releas'd dominion. The battle o'er what sounds of joy From sisters, wives, and sweethearts! What grateful thanks their tongues employ While hearts risemp to meet hearts! Sing yaukee doodle, virtuous love, And freedom's sweets are handy, Exceil'd alone by joys above, Sing yankee doodle dandy. But hark! a recal to the theme first in hand sir, Alas! what means that general sigh! Brave Comstock and Coburn, with Mall's and Chandler In freedom's cause have dir'd to die, They mourn too for Walbridge, for Clark, Fay and Warner, Whose memory Green Mountain bred heroes shall honor, Till the scythe of Old Time clips creation's last corner. Till suns decay, and systems fly.