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110. the London times on American affairs. John Bull vos a-valkina his parlor von day, Ha-fixina the vorld wery much his hown vay, Yen igstrawnary news cum from hover the sea, Habout the great country vot brags it is free. Hand these vos the tidins this news it did tell, That great Yankee Doodle vos going to — vell, That he vos a-volloped by Jefferson D., Hand no longer “some punkins” vos likely to be. John Bull, slyly vinkina, then said hunto he: “My dear Times, my hold covey, go pitch into he; Let us vollop great Doodle now ven ‘e is down; Hif ve vollops him veil, ve vill ‘do ‘im up brown.” “His long-legged boots hat my ‘ed ‘e ‘as ‘urled, I'd raither not see ‘em a-trampina the vorld; Hand I howe him a grudge for his conduct so wile, In himportina shillalahs from Erin's green hile. “I knows Jefferson D. is a rascally chap, Who goes bin for cribbina the Guvurnment pap; That Hexeter ‘All may be down upon me, But as Jeff. ‘as the cotton, I'll co
o assert our title to the whole, was it politic or judicious to split the flag and claim one of the fractions? We had an equal right also to Hail Columbia and Yankee Doodle. We might have adopted a part of Yankee Doodle, (say every third stanza,) or else Yankee Doodle, with variations, as our national air. In the choice of an airYankee Doodle, (say every third stanza,) or else Yankee Doodle, with variations, as our national air. In the choice of an air we were not guilty of this absurdity, but we have perpetrated one exactly parallel to it in the choice of a national flag. There is no exaggeration in the illustration. It seems supremely ridiculous, yet it scarcely does our folly justice. There is but one feature essential to a flag, and that is distinctness. Beauty, appropYankee Doodle, with variations, as our national air. In the choice of an air we were not guilty of this absurdity, but we have perpetrated one exactly parallel to it in the choice of a national flag. There is no exaggeration in the illustration. It seems supremely ridiculous, yet it scarcely does our folly justice. There is but one feature essential to a flag, and that is distinctness. Beauty, appropriateness, good taste, are all desirable, but the only thing indispensable is distinctness — wide, plain, unmistakable distinction from other flags. Unfortunately this indispensable thing is just the thing which the Confederate flag lacks. And failing in this, it is a lamentable and total failure, absolute and irredeemable. The
't choose to live On codfish and potatoes. Yankee Doodle, doodle-doo, Yankee Doodle dandy;-- And soook another drink Of gunpowder and brandy. Yankee Doodle made a speech; 'Twas very full of feeling: cannot fight, But I am good at stealing.” Yankee Doodle, doodle-doo, Yankee Doodle dandy;-- HurrahManassas' plain, And never got the brandy. Yankee Doodle soon found out That Bull Run was no triflew how to rifle. Yankee Doodle, doodle-doo, Yankee Doodle dandy;-- “'Tis very clear, I took too much Of that infernal brandy.” Yankee Doodle wheeled about, And scampered off at full run; And such as never seen, As that he made at Bull Run. Yankee Doodle, doodle-doo, Yankee Doodle dandy;-- “I ha stop just now To take a drop of brandy.” Yankee Doodle, oh! for shame; You're always intermeddlius things; You'd better stick to peddling. Yankee Doodle, doodle-doo, Yankee Doodle dandy;-- “Wheno Bully Run, I'll throw away the brandy.” Yankee Doodle, you had ought To be a little smarter; Ins[15
Martial music.--In the programme of a concert recently given in the interior of Georgia, we find the following: Battle of Manassas, Descriptive Fantasia, Soldier's March in Camp, Cannon's Booming, Call the Alarm, Yankee Doodle Advancing, Dixie Answering, Yankee Doodle and Dixie Fighting, Dixie played on the Right Hand, Yankee Doodle on the Left Hand, Yankee Doodle Running, Dixie Victorious, Sweeping the Field. --Illinois State Journal, Nov. 6. Martial music.--In the programme of a concert recently given in the interior of Georgia, we find the following: Battle of Manassas, Descriptive Fantasia, Soldier's March in Camp, Cannon's Booming, Call the Alarm, Yankee Doodle Advancing, Dixie Answering, Yankee Doodle and Dixie Fighting, Dixie played on the Right Hand, Yankee Doodle on the Left Hand, Yankee Doodle Running, Dixie Victorious, Sweeping the Field. --Illinois State Journal, Nov. 6.
Rebellion Record: Introduction., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), Contents of Thie first volume. (search)
. T., 5 14.December 26, 1910, Mrs. J. M. Dorr,5 15.Laisser Aller, F. Lushington,13 16.A Volunteer Song, Rev. J. P. Thompson, D. D.,13 17.To the British Rifle Company, G. G. W. Morgan,13 18.The Stars and Stripes, F. De Haas Janvier,14 19.A Vision of January 4, Catherine Ledyard,14 20.A Northern Rally, John Clancy,14 21.Out and Fight, C. G. Leland,15 22.Massachusetts Regiment, Almira Seymour,15 23.The Secession Flag, Josephine Morss,15 24.Up, Brothers, All! Fannie Fales, 16 25.Yankee Doodle's Suggestions, G. W. Westbrook,16 26.The Stars and Stripes,16 27.God Save our Native Land! Jas. Walden,17 28.Our Fatherland,17 29.The New Year and the Union, Geo. D. Prentice,17 30.The Seventh, Fitz-James O'Brien,17 31.The United States Flag, W. Ross Wallace,18 32.National Guard Marching Song, A. J. H. Duganne,19 33.Songs of the Rebels: War Song,19 34.Songs of the Rebels: On Fort Sumter,19 35.A New-Song of Sixpence, Vanity Fair,23 36.The Great Bell Roland, Theo. Tilton,29 37
17. to the British rifle company. by George W. Morgan. Air, Yankee Doodle. Old England sends a Rifle Corps To dear New England greeting; And will, if wanted, send still more, At every future meeting; For, though this ain't our native land, It still is very handy, As riflemen, to lend a hand, To Yankee Doodle Dandy. Chorus--Brother Britons, keep it up, Keep the ball in motion, And show this love of liberty Is a British--Yankee notion. “Down South” they seem to think we are Divided in opinion, And that they'll have an easy task To conquer a dominion. They'll find out, though, p'raps to their cost, In forming such conclusions, They've reckoned there without their host,-- Their facts were but delusions. Chorus--Brother Britons, keep it up, &c. They say there's black sheep in our fold, And traitors in the city; We don't believe it, though we're told;-- If 'tis so, more's the pity. We'll hold ourselves in readiness To paint their black skins white, sirs, Or else make good large
25. Yankee Doodle's suggestions. by G. W. Westbrook. Yankee Doodle's come again Among the sons of Gotham-- Not to see the gods and shows, But to see the facts, and quote 'em. He heard of South Carolina's boast That Jonathan was craven-- That Cotton was the king of earth, And nothing else could save 'em. But Yankee Doodle says, ”Dear sirs, You know not what's the matter-- You see through glasses darkly smoked With error and tobacker! ”Your darkies plough, and hoe, and dig, To raise your Yankee Doodle's come again Among the sons of Gotham-- Not to see the gods and shows, But to see the facts, and quote 'em. He heard of South Carolina's boast That Jonathan was craven-- That Cotton was the king of earth, And nothing else could save 'em. But Yankee Doodle says, ”Dear sirs, You know not what's the matter-- You see through glasses darkly smoked With error and tobacker! ”Your darkies plough, and hoe, and dig, To raise your rice and cotton, And sugar, too, and cornstalks big, And many things forgotten. ”You orter know that Yankees make Your cotton into muslin, And thread, and tape, and hosiery, And ladies' wear quite puzzlina. ”Besides, they make the canvas sheets That forms the wings of commerce, That takes your schooners and your fleets To every harbor on earth. ”They also make the canvas bags, And send them to the prairies Of Indiana, Illinois, As the soil and climate varies, ”To hold potatoes, cor
rved in the Northwest in the second war with Great Britain, and took part in the battle of the Thames and other fights. During the late Secession tornado over Kentucky, the cadets, affected with the fever, talked pretty severely against those devoted to the Stars and Stripes. The old veteran listened, but said nothing. One evening he went into the room of our informant, and seemed to be in something of a passion. Hie paced. backward and forward, saying nothing, and refusing to answer all questions. At last he pulled out his fife, and, sitting down, sent forth Yankee Doodle with its shrillest strains. Then he played Hail Columbia, and then The Star-spangled Banner, while the tears rolled down his aged and weather-beaten cheeks. Concluding that, he jumped to his feet, and exclaimed: Now, d — n 'em, I guess they know which side I'm on! He and our informant instantly gave three cheers for the Union; and they will both stand by it until death. Kentucky has plenty of such men.
151. the Massachusetts line. by the author of the New priest. air--Yankee Doodle. I. Still first, as long and long ago, Let Massachusetts muster; Give her the post right next the foe; Be sure that you may trust her. She was the first to give her blood For freedom and for honor; She trod her soil to crimson mud: God's blessing be upon her. II. She never faltered for the right, Nor ever will hereafter; Fling up her name with all your might, Shake roof-tree and shake rafter. But of old deeds she need not brag, How she broke sword and fetter; Fling out again the old striped flag! She'll do yet more and better. III. In peace her sails fleck all the seas, Her mills shake every river; And where are scenes so fair as these God and her true hands give her? Her claim in war who seeks to rob? All others come in later-- Hers first it is to front the Mob, The Tyrant, and the Traitor. IV. God bless, God bless the glorious State! Let her have way to battle! She'll go where batteries crash
ember the Battle of Bunker Hill although on Virginia soil. A half mile west from the camp there is a beautiful shady grove of oaks, and there they spread their collation. Invited guests were present — citizens of Massachusetts now in this vicinity, twenty or more. After battalion drill, the companies, under command of Capt. Boyd, proceeded to the grove. The fine band of the Michigan Regiment was engaged for the occasion, and they filled the surrounding woods with Hail, Columbia, and Yankee Doodle. There were long tables erected; there were cold meats, pastry, fruit, oranges, strawberries and cream, nuts, raisins, tea and punch, but no other spirituous liquors. After the feast came the patriotism — speeches and sentiments from Captains Boyd and Swan, Z. K. Pangborn, J. M. Stone, of Charlestown, Col. Lawrence, Col. Green, Hon. J. M. S. Williams, of Cambridge, and many other gentlemen; and then the boys all joined in singing an ode for Bunker Hill, written for the occasion by Geor