I ran across this and felt it was appropriate to share as we get ready to celebrate our nations birthday.

“The following is one of the songs composed for the military celebration in this town, on the present joyful anniversary. Its easy wit and humor, sported in the merry old tune of Yankee Doodle, cannot fail to swell the mirth of the festive board, at the same time that they entitle it to a more extensive circulation than what its author destined it for. ”  Newburyport Herald, 25 July 1806, 4; Republican Spy, 30 July 1806, 4; “From the Salem Gazette,” as printed in Otsego Herald, 31 July 1806, 4. Also published in the Connecticut Herald, 5 August 1806, 4.

A Song for the 4th July, 1806.                              Tune, Yankee Doodle.

Yankee Doodle is the tune
Americans delight in;
‘Twill do to whistle, sing, or play,
And just the thing for fighting.

Yankee Doodle, Boys, Huzza!
Down outside, up the middle;
Yankee Doodle, fa, sol, la,
Trumpet, drum and fiddle.

Should Great Britain, spain or France,
Wage war upon our shore, sir,
We’ll lead them such a woundy dance,
They’ll find their toes are sore, sir
Yankee Doodle, &c.

Should a haughty foe expect
To give our boys a caning,
We guess they’ll find our boys have learnt
A little bit of training.
Yankee Doodle, &c.

I’ll wager, now, a mug of slip, [?]
And bring it on the table,
Put Yankee Boys aboard a ship,
To beat them they are able.
Yankee Doodle, &c.

Then if they go to argusy,
I rather guess they’ll find, too,
We’ve got a set of tonguey blades,
T’ out talk ’em, if they’re mind to.
Yankee Doodle, &c.

America’s a dandy place;
The people are all brothers;
And when one gets a pumpkin pye,
He shares it with the others.
Yankee Doodle, &c.

We work, and sleep, and pray in peace,
By industry we thrive, sir,
And if a drone won’t do his part,
We’ll scout him from the hive, sir.
Yankee Doodle, &c.

And then, on Independent Day,
(And who’s a better right to?)
We eat and drink, and sing and play,
And have a dance at night, too.
Yankee Doodle, &c.

Our girls are fair, our boys are tough,
Our old folks wise and healthy;
And when we’ve every thing we want,
We count that we are wealthy.
Yankee Doodle, &c.

We’re happy, free, and well to do,
And cannot want for knowledge;
For, almost ev’ry mile or two,
You find a school or college.
Yankee Doodle, &c.

The land we till is all our own,
Whate’er the price, we paid it;
Therefore we’ll fight till all is blue,
Should any dare invade it.
Yankee Doodle, &c.

Since we’re so bless’d, let’s eat and drink
With thankfulness and gladness;
Should we kick o’er our cup of joy,
It would be sartain madness.
Yankee Doodle, &c.

(http://www1.american.edu/heintze/fourth.htm – Researched, Compiled, and Arranged by James R. Heintze. American University, Washington, D.C. All Rights Reserved.)