Yankee Doodle's EXPEDITION to RHODE-ISLAND, WRITTEN at PHILADELPHIA

From Lewis Monsieur Gerard came To Congress in this town, Sir, They bow'd to him, and he to them, And then they all sat down, Sir, CHORUS. Yankee Doodle, &c.

Begar, said Monsieur, one grand Coup You shall bientot behold, Sir. This was believ'd as Gospel true, And JONATHAN felt bold, Sir.

So Yankee Doodle did forget The sound of British drum. Sir, How oft it made him quake and sweat In spite of Yankee Rum, Sir.

He took his wallet on his back, His rifle on his shoulder, And veow'd Rhode-Island to attack Before he was much older.

In dread array their tatter'd crew Advanc'd with colours spread Sir, Their fifes play'd Yankee Doodle doo, King Hancock at their head Sir.

What numbers bravely cross'd the seas I cannot well determine, A swarm of Rebels and of fleas, And every other vermin.

Their mighty hearts might shrink they tho't, For all flesh only grass is, A plenteous store they therefore brought Of Whisky and Molasses.

They swore they'd make bold Pigot squeak, So did their good Ally, Sir, And take him prisoner in a week, But that was all my eye, Sir.

As JONATHAN so much desir'd To shine in martial story, D'Estaing with politesse retir'd, To leave him all the glory.

He left him what was better yet, At least it was more use, Sir, He left him for a quick retreat, A very good excuse, Sir.

To stay, unless he rul'd the sea, He thought would not be right, Sir, And continental troops, said he, On islands should not fight, Sir.

Another cause with these combin'd To throw him in the dumps, Sir, for CLINTON's name alarm'd his mind, And made him stir his stumps, Sir.

Sing Yankee Doodle Doodle doo.