Father and I went down to camp,
Along with Captain Goodwin,
And there we saw the men and boys,
As thick as hasty pudding;
Yankee doodle keep it up,
Yankee doodle dandy,
Mind the music and the step,
And with the girls be handy.
And there was Gen'ral Washington,
Upon a snow white Charger,
He looked as big as all out doors,
Some thought he was was much larger.
And there was Col'nel Putnam too,
Drest in his regimentals,
I guess as how the Brittish King,
Can't whip our Continentals
And there they had a copper gun,
Big as a log of maple,
They tied it to a wooden cart,
A load for Father's cattle.
And ev'ry time they fir'd it off,
It took a horn of powder,
It made a noise like Father's gun,
Only a nation louder.
I went as near to it myself,
As any body dare go,
And Father went as near again,
I thought he dar'nt do so.
And there I see'd a little keg,
All bound around with leather,
They beat it with two little sticks,
To call the men together.