You fine Miss Boston lady, gay,

For this your speech, I thank ye,

Call on me, when you come this way,

And take a dram of Yankee.*

Yankee doodle, &c.

Now Jonathan did scratch his head,
When first he saw his dearest,
Got up-sat down-and nothing said,

But felt about the queerest.

Yankee doodle, &c.

Then talk'd with Sally's brother Joe
'Bout sheep, and cows, and oxen,
How wicked folks to church did go,
With dirty woollen frocks on.

Yankee doodle, &c.

* A glass of whiskey, mixed with molasses, is so called in New England, and is a common beverage with the peasantry.

And how a witch, in shape of owl,

Did steal her neighbour's geese, sir, And turkies too, and other fowl,

When people did not please her.

Yankee doodle, &c.

And how a man, one dismal night,
Shot her, with silver bullet,*

And then she flew straight out of sight,

As fast as she could pull it.

Yankee doodle, &c.

How Widow Wunks was sick next day,

The parson went to view her,

And saw the very place, they say,

Where foresaid ball went through her!

Yankee doodle, &c.

* There is a tale among the ghost-hunters, in New England, that silver bullets will be fatal to witches, when those of lead would not avail.

And now the people went to bed:

They guess'd for what he'd come, sir; But Jonathan was much afraid,

And wish'd himself at home, sir.

Yankee doodle, &c.

At length, says Sal, "they're gone, you see,

"And we are left together."

Says Jonathan, "indeed-they be

""Tis mighty pleasant weather!"

Yankee doodle, &c.

Sal cast a sheep's eye at the dunce,
Then turn'd towards the fire;

He muster'd courage, all at once,

And hitch'd a little nigher.

Yankee doodle, &c.

Ye young men all, and lads so smart,

Who chance to read these vasses,*

Verses are thus pronounced by the rusticks in New

England.

His next address pray learn by heart,

To whisper to the lasses.

Yankee doodle, &c.

"Miss Sal, I's going to say, as how,
"We'll spark it here to night,
"I kind of love you, Sal-I vow,

"And mother said I might."

Yankee doodle, &c.

Then Jonathan, as we are told,

Did even think to smack her,—

Sal cock'd her chin, and look'd so bold,
He did not dare attack her!

Yankee doodle, &c.

"Well done, my man, you've broke the ice,

"And that with little pother,

"Now, Jonathan, take my advice,

"And always mind your mother!"

Yankee doodle, &c.

"This courting is a kind of job

"I always did admire, sir,

"And these two brands, with one dry cob, "Will make a courting fire, sir."

Yankee doodle, &c.

"Miss Sal, you are the very she, "If you will love me now,

"That I will marry-then you see,

"You'll have our brindled cow."

Yankee doodle, &c.

"Then we will live, both I and you,

"In father's t'other room,

"For that will sartain hold us two,

"When we've mov'd out the loom."

Yankee doodle, &c.

"Next Sabbath-day we will be cried,

"And have a "taring" wedding,

"And lads and lasses take a ride,

"If it should be good sledding."

Yankee doodle, &c.