“The greatest pleasure I know is to do a good action by stealth and have it found out by accident.” ― Charles Lamb
And, of course, the admonition, with the girls be handy, would be vital in building the new nation.
Dang, I can't understand the verses... maybe google knows. Google knows everything.
That line was put in because of Betsy Ross. She was famous for two things. Sewing.And giving Patriots hand jobs.
You ask, you get.As often with our forefathers, and some of us may have that many, it appears to have been a bawdy ballad.Yankee Doodle went to townA-riding on a ponyHe stuck a feather in his hatAnd called it macaroniChorus:Yankee Doodle, keep it upYankee Doodle dandyMind the music and the stepand with the girls be handy!Father and I went down to campAlong with Captain GoodingAnd there we saw the men and boysAs thick as hasty pudding.ChorusAnd there was Captain WashingtonAnd gentle folks about himThey say he's grown so tarnal proudHe will not ride without them.ChorusFull version of Yankee Doodle:Yankee Doodle went to townA-riding on a pony,Stuck a feather in his capAnd called it macaroni'.Chorus:Yankee Doodle keep it up,Yankee Doodle dandy,Mind the music and the step,And with the girls be handy.Fath'r and I went down to camp,Along with Captain Gooding,And there we saw the men and boysAs thick as hasty pudding.ChorusAnd there we saw a thousand menAs rich as Squire David,And what they wasted every day,I wish it could be saved.ChorusThe 'lasses they eat it every day,Would keep a house a winter;They have so much, that I'll be bound,They eat it when they've mind ter.ChorusAnd there I see a swamping gunLarge as a log of maple,Upon a deuced little cart,A load for father's cattle.ChorusAnd every time they shoot it off,It takes a horn of powder,and makes a noise like father's gun,Only a nation louder.ChorusI went as nigh to one myselfAs 'Siah's inderpinning;And father went as nigh again,I thought the deuce was in him.ChorusCousin Simon grew so bold,I thought he would have cocked it;It scared me so I shrinked it offAnd hung by father's pocket.ChorusAnd Cap'n Davis had a gun,He kind of clapt his hand on'tAnd stuck a crooked stabbing ironUpon the little end on'tChorusAnd there I see a pumpkin shellAs big as mother's bason,And every time they touched it offThey scampered like the nation.ChorusI see a little barrel too,The heads were made of leather;They knocked on it with little clubsAnd called the folks together.ChorusAnd there was Cap'n Washington,And gentle folks about him;They say he's grown so 'tarnal proudHe will not ride without em'.ChorusHe got him on his meeting clothes,Upon a slapping stallion;He sat the world along in rows,In hundreds and in millions.ChorusThe flaming ribbons in his hat,They looked so tearing fine, ah,I wanted dreadfully to getTo give to my Jemima.ChorusI see another snarl of menA digging graves they told me,So 'tarnal long, so 'tarnal deep,They 'tended they should hold me.ChorusIt scared me so, I hooked it off,Nor stopped, as I remember,Nor turned about till I got home,Locked up in mother's chamber.Chorus
Thank you. I will have to admit, though, that it makes no more sense than the video. ;) Of course "macaroni" was the name given to those English dandies who really dressed up like peacocks. I suspect it was a reference to Continental (Italian) flamboyancy. A fellow I know insists that Macaronis meant homosexuals. I think this is absurd. Some may have been but dressing up to extremes with red high heals and elaborate wigs and make up, patches and rouge, was something that het men did.America's first major assertion of sensibility... a feather in your hat is *enough* already.
Synova said...Thank you. I will have to admit, though, that it makes no more sense than the video. ;) Of course "macaroni" was the name given to those English dandies who really dressed up like peacocks. I suspect it was a reference to Continental (Italian) flamboyancy. A fellow I know insists that Macaronis meant homosexuals. I think this is absurd. Some may have been but dressing up to extremes with red high heals and elaborate wigs and make up, patches and rouge, was something that het men didThis may or may not better answer your question.Apparently, it was a style the dandies affected that many considered overdone. The homosexual overtones seem a bit iffy, but give the article a shot.
"Well, there you have it. Is it too much of a stretch to wonder if the culture wars in America began when colonial hayseeds internalized their status as an elite class of Revolutionary War citizens to proudly distain intellectualism and urbanity?I don’t know. But my parrot has just dropped a flight feather into my bowl of penne bolognese, which I shall now proudly place upside down upon my head as a pasta-hat in tribute to the Yankee-yokels who threw the Brits’ scorn back at them with wit. I am, as ever, the soul of patriotic dignity."Thank you edutcher.
Find "To Anacreon in Heaven," the star spangled banner original drinking song, with google.
You got it.
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