Le link d'un midi pourrave du
Yankee Doodle que l'on chante (enfin que l'on meugle) a la fin du aux armes. Mais si, vous savez, quand on fait tourner les serviettes.
Et bien sur les lyrics, offertes par Akage:
Father and I went down to camp,
Along with Captain Gooding,
And there we saw the men and boys
As thick as hasty pudding.
Yankee Doodle keep it up,
Yankee Doodle dandy,
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 every day,
I wish it could be saved.
And there we saw a swamping gun,
Large as a log of maple,
Upon a deuced little cart,
A load for father's cattle.
And every time they shoot it off,
It takes a horn of powder;
It makes a noise like father's gun,
Only a nation louder.
Cousin Simon grew so bold,
I thought he would have cock'd it.
It scared me so, I shrieked it off,
And hung by father's pocket.
I saw a little barrel too,
The heads were made of leather.
They knocked on it with little clubs
And called the folks together.
And there was Captain Washington,
And gentlefolks about him.
They say he's grown so tarnal proud,
He will not ride without them.
He got himself in meeting-clothes,
Upon a slapping stallion.
He set the world along in rows,
In hundreds and in millions.
The flaming ribbons in his hat,
They looked so taring fine, ah,
I wanted pockily to get,
To give to my Jemimah.
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