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The Yankee Doodle Boy

The Yankee Doodle Boy
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I’m the kid that’s all the candy,
I’m a Yankee Doodle Dandy,
I’m glad I am,
So’s Uncle Sam!
I’m a real live Yankee Doodle,
Made my name and fame and boodle,
Just like Mister Doodle did,
By riding on a pony.
I love to listen to the Dixie strain,
I long to see the girl I left behind me;
And that ain’t a josh,
She’s a Yankee, by gosh!
Oh, say can you see,
Anything about a Yankee that is phoney?
I’m a Yankee Doodle Dandy,
A Yankee Doodle, do or die;
A real live nephew of my Uncle Sam’s,
Born on the Fourth of July.
I’ve got a Yankee Doodle sweetheart,
She’s my Yankee Doodle joy.
Yankee Doodle came to London,
Just to ride the ponies,
I am the Yankee Doodle Boy.

Father’s name was Hezikiah,
Mother’s name was Ann Maria,
Yanks through and through,
Red, White and Blue!
Father was so Yankee-hearted,
When the Spanish war was started,
He slipped on his uniform
And hopped upon a pony.
My mother’s mother was a Yankee true,
My father’s father was a Yankee, too,
And that’s going some,
For the Yankees, by gum!
Oh, say can you see,
Anything about my pedigree that’s phoney?
I’m a Yankee Doodle Dandy,
A Yankee Doodle, do or die;
A real live nephew of my Uncle Sam’s,
Born on the Fourth of July.
I’ve got a Yankee Doodle sweetheart,
She’s my Yankee Doodle joy.
Yankee Doodle came to London,
Just to ride the ponies,
I am the Yankee Doodle Boy.

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