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Yankee Doodle is an Anglo - American song from the 1775 time. It is a patriotic song in America and is the state anthem of Connecticut.
The melody is older than the song itself and comes from an earlier era in Europe. There is a Dutch song with the similar melody from back inthe 15th century.

Yankee Doodle

G                                           D         G                                   D
Father and I went down to camp along with Captain Gooding
G                            C                           D                     G           
There we saw the men and boys as thick as hasty pudding

C                                         G 
Yankee Doodle keep it up Yankee Doodle dandy
C                                                    G            D          G
Mind the music and the step and with the girls be handy

And there we saw a thousand men as rich as Squire David
And what they wasted everyday I wish it could be sa-ved (CHORUS)

And there was Captain Washington upon a slapping stallion
A giving orders to his men I guess there was a million (CHORUS

And then the feathers on his hat they looked so very fine-a
I wanted peskily to get to give to my Jemima (CHORUS)

There I see a swamping gun large as a log of maple
Upon a mighty little cart a load for father’s cattle (CHORUS

And every time they fired it off it took a horn of powder
It made a noise like fathers gun only a nation louder (CHORUS)

And there I see a little keg it’s head all made of leather
They knocked upon’t with little sticks to call the folks together (CHORUS)

And Captain Davis had a gun he kinda clap’t his hand on’t
And stuck a crooked stabbing iron upon the crooked end on’t  (CHORUS)

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 (CHORUS)

It scared me so I hooked it off nor stooped as I remember
Nor turned about till I got home locked up in mothers chamber (CHORUS)