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| − | + | O the Chesapeake so bold | |
| + | Out of Boston she was towed | ||
| + | To take an English frigate | ||
| + | Neat and handy, O; | ||
| + | And the people in the port, | ||
| + | They came to see the sport, | ||
| + | Whilst the music played up | ||
| + | Yankee doodle dandy, O. | ||
| + | Hi! Yankee doodle doo, | ||
| + | Yankee doodle dandy! | ||
| + | Hi! Yankee doodle doo, | ||
| + | Yankee doodle dandy! | ||
| − | + | Now the British frigate's name, | |
| − | + | 0 that for the purpose came | |
| − | + | To cool the Yankees' courage | |
| − | + | Neat and handy, 0, | |
| − | The | + | Was the Shannon, Captain Broke, |
| − | + | With his men all hearts of oak, | |
| − | + | Who for fighting was allowed to be | |
| + | The dandy, 0. | ||
| + | Hi! Yankee doodle doo, | ||
| + | Yankee doodle dandy! | ||
| + | Hi! Yankee doodle doo, | ||
| + | Yankee doodle dandy! | ||
| − | + | Just before the fight began, | |
| − | + | Said the Yankees with much fun: | |
| + | We'll tow her into Boston | ||
| + | Neat and handy, 0; | ||
| + | And then afterwards we'll dine | ||
| + | With our sweethearts and our wives, | ||
| + | And we'll dance the jig called | ||
| + | Yankee doodle dandy, 0. | ||
| + | Hi! Yankee doodle doo, | ||
| + | Yankee doodle dandy! | ||
| + | Hi! Yankee doodle doo, | ||
| + | Yankee doodle dandy! | ||
| − | + | Now the fight had scarce begun | |
| − | + | When they flinch-ed from the guns, | |
| − | + | Which they thought that they would fight | |
| − | + | So neat and handy, 0; | |
| + | Then brave Broke he drew his sword, crying: | ||
| + | Now my lads we'll board | ||
| + | And we'll stop them playing | ||
| + | Yankee doodle dandy, 0. | ||
| + | Hi! Yankee doodle doo, | ||
| + | Yankee doodle dandy! | ||
| + | Hi! Yankee doodle doo, | ||
| + | Yankee doodle dandy! | ||
| − | + | They no sooner heard the word | |
| − | + | Than they quickly jumped on board, | |
| − | + | And haul-ed down the ensign | |
| − | + | Neat and handy, 0. | |
| − | + | Notwithstanding all their brag, | |
| − | + | Soon the glorious British flag | |
| − | + | At the Yankee's mizen-peak it looked | |
| − | The | + | The dandy, 0. |
| − | + | Hi! Yankee doodle doo, | |
| − | + | Yankee doodle dandy! | |
| − | + | Hi! Yankee doodle doo, | |
| − | + | Yankee doodle dandy! | |
| − | + | Here's a health, my boys, to you, | |
| − | + | With your courage stout and true. | |
| − | + | Who fought the Chesapeake | |
| − | + | So neat and handy, 0; | |
| − | + | And may it ever prove | |
| + | That in fighting as in love | ||
| + | That the true British sailor | ||
| + | Is the dandy, 0. | ||
| + | Hi! Yankee doodle doo, | ||
| + | Yankee doodle dandy! | ||
| + | Hi! Yankee doodle doo, | ||
| + | Yankee doodle dandy! | ||
| − | + | God save our gracious Queen, | |
| + | Long live our noble Queen, | ||
| + | God save the Queen! | ||
| + | Send her victorious, | ||
| + | Happy and glorious, | ||
| + | Long to reign over us, | ||
| + | God Save the Queen. | ||
| + | O Lord and God arise, | ||
| + | Scatter his enemies, | ||
| + | And make them fall. | ||
| + | Confound their politics, | ||
| + | Frustrate their knavish tricks, | ||
| + | On Thee our hopes we fix | ||
| + | God Save the Queen. | ||
| − | + | Thy choicest gifts in store | |
| + | On him be pleased to pour | ||
| + | Long may she reign! | ||
| + | May she defend our laws | ||
| + | And ever give us cause | ||
| + | To sing with heart and voice | ||
| + | God save the Queen. | ||
| − | + | Bold Nelson's praise I am going to sing, | |
| − | + | (Not forgetting our glorious King) | |
| + | He always did good tidings bring, | ||
| + | For he was a bold commander. | ||
| + | There was Sydney Smith and Duncan too, | ||
| + | Lord Howe and all the glorious crew; | ||
| + | They were the men that were true blue. | ||
| + | Full of care, yet I swear | ||
| + | None with Nelson could compare, | ||
| + | Not even Alexander. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Bold Buonaparte he threaten'd war, | ||
| + | A man who fear'd not wound nor scar, | ||
| + | But still he lost at Trafalgar | ||
| + | Where Britain was victorious. | ||
| + | Lord Nelson's actions made him quake, | ||
| + | And all French pow'rs he made to shake; | ||
| + | He said his king he'd ne'er forsake. | ||
| + | These last words thus he spake, | ||
| + | Stand true, my lads, like hearts of oak, | ||
| + | And the battle shall be glorious. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Lord Nelson bold, though threaten'd wide, | ||
| + | And many a time he had been tried, | ||
| + | He fought like a hero till he died | ||
| + | Amid the battle gory. | ||
| + | But the day was won, their line was broke, | ||
| + | While all around was lost in smoke, | ||
| + | And Nelson he got his death-stroke, | ||
| + | That's the man for old England! | ||
| + | He faced his foe with his sword in hand | ||
| + | And he lived and he died in his glory. | ||
| + | |||
| + | When Britain first, at heaven's command, | ||
| + | Arose from out the azure main; | ||
| + | This was the charter of the land, | ||
| + | And guardian Angels sung this strain: | ||
| + | |||
| + | Rule, Britannia, rule the waves; | ||
| + | Britons never will be slaves. | ||
| + | |||
| + | The nations, not so blest as thee, | ||
| + | Must, in their turns, to tyrants fall: | ||
| + | While thou shalt flourish great and free, | ||
| + | The dread and envy of them all. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Still more majestic shalt thou rise, | ||
| + | More dreadful, from each foreign stroke: | ||
| + | As the loud blast that tears the skies, | ||
| + | Serves but to root thy native oak. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame: | ||
| + | All their attempts to bend thee down, | ||
| + | Will but arouse thy generous flame; | ||
| + | But work their woe, and thy renown. | ||
| + | |||
| + | To thee belongs the rural reign; | ||
| + | Thy cities shall with commerce shine: | ||
| + | All thine shall be the subject main, | ||
| + | And every shore it circles thine. | ||
| + | |||
| + | The Muses, still with freedom found, | ||
| + | Shall to thy happy coast repair: | ||
| + | Blest isle! with matchless beauty crowned, | ||
| + | And manly hearts to guard the fair. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Dear Land of Hope, thy hope is crowned. | ||
| + | God make thee mightier yet! | ||
| + | On Sov'reign brows, beloved, renowned, | ||
| + | Once more thy crown is set. | ||
| + | Thine equal laws, by Freedom gained, | ||
| + | Have ruled thee well and long; | ||
| + | By Freedom gained, by Truth maintained, | ||
| + | Thine Empire shall be strong. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Land of Hope and Glory, | ||
| + | Mother of the Free, | ||
| + | How shall we extol thee, | ||
| + | Who are born of thee? | ||
| + | Wider still and wider | ||
| + | Shall thy bounds be set; | ||
| + | God, who made thee mighty, | ||
| + | Make thee mightier yet | ||
| + | God, who made thee mighty, | ||
| + | Make thee mightier yet. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Thy fame is ancient as the days, | ||
| + | As Ocean large and wide | ||
| + | A pride that dares, and heeds not praise, | ||
| + | A stern and silent pride | ||
| + | Not that false joy that dreams content | ||
| + | With what our sires have won; | ||
| + | The blood a hero sire hath spent | ||
| + | Still nerves a hero son. | ||
| + | |||
| + | And did those feet in ancient time | ||
| + | Walk upon England’s mountains green? | ||
| + | And was the holy lamb of God | ||
| + | On England’s pleasant pastures seen? | ||
| + | |||
| + | And did the Countenance Divine | ||
| + | Shine forth upon our clouded hills? | ||
| + | And was Jerusalem builded here | ||
| + | Among these dark Satanic Mills? | ||
| + | |||
| + | Bring me my Bow of burning gold; | ||
| + | Bring me my Arrows of Desire; | ||
| + | Bring me my Spear; O clouds unfold! | ||
| + | Bring me my Chariot of Fire! | ||
| + | |||
| + | I will not cease from Mental Fight | ||
| + | Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand, | ||
| + | Till we have built Jerusalem | ||
| + | In England’s green and pleasant Land. | ||
Revision as of 00:26, July 6, 2007
O the Chesapeake so bold Out of Boston she was towed To take an English frigate Neat and handy, O; And the people in the port, They came to see the sport, Whilst the music played up Yankee doodle dandy, O. Hi! Yankee doodle doo, Yankee doodle dandy! Hi! Yankee doodle doo, Yankee doodle dandy!
Now the British frigate's name, 0 that for the purpose came To cool the Yankees' courage Neat and handy, 0, Was the Shannon, Captain Broke, With his men all hearts of oak, Who for fighting was allowed to be The dandy, 0. Hi! Yankee doodle doo, Yankee doodle dandy! Hi! Yankee doodle doo, Yankee doodle dandy!
Just before the fight began, Said the Yankees with much fun: We'll tow her into Boston Neat and handy, 0; And then afterwards we'll dine With our sweethearts and our wives, And we'll dance the jig called Yankee doodle dandy, 0. Hi! Yankee doodle doo, Yankee doodle dandy! Hi! Yankee doodle doo, Yankee doodle dandy!
Now the fight had scarce begun When they flinch-ed from the guns, Which they thought that they would fight So neat and handy, 0; Then brave Broke he drew his sword, crying: Now my lads we'll board And we'll stop them playing Yankee doodle dandy, 0. Hi! Yankee doodle doo, Yankee doodle dandy! Hi! Yankee doodle doo, Yankee doodle dandy!
They no sooner heard the word Than they quickly jumped on board, And haul-ed down the ensign Neat and handy, 0. Notwithstanding all their brag, Soon the glorious British flag At the Yankee's mizen-peak it looked The dandy, 0. Hi! Yankee doodle doo, Yankee doodle dandy! Hi! Yankee doodle doo, Yankee doodle dandy!
Here's a health, my boys, to you, With your courage stout and true. Who fought the Chesapeake So neat and handy, 0; And may it ever prove That in fighting as in love That the true British sailor Is the dandy, 0. Hi! Yankee doodle doo, Yankee doodle dandy! Hi! Yankee doodle doo, Yankee doodle dandy!
God save our gracious Queen, Long live our noble Queen, God save the Queen! Send her victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us, God Save the Queen.
O Lord and God arise, Scatter his enemies, And make them fall. Confound their politics, Frustrate their knavish tricks, On Thee our hopes we fix God Save the Queen.
Thy choicest gifts in store On him be pleased to pour Long may she reign! May she defend our laws And ever give us cause To sing with heart and voice God save the Queen.
Bold Nelson's praise I am going to sing, (Not forgetting our glorious King) He always did good tidings bring, For he was a bold commander. There was Sydney Smith and Duncan too, Lord Howe and all the glorious crew; They were the men that were true blue. Full of care, yet I swear None with Nelson could compare, Not even Alexander.
Bold Buonaparte he threaten'd war, A man who fear'd not wound nor scar, But still he lost at Trafalgar Where Britain was victorious. Lord Nelson's actions made him quake, And all French pow'rs he made to shake; He said his king he'd ne'er forsake. These last words thus he spake, Stand true, my lads, like hearts of oak, And the battle shall be glorious.
Lord Nelson bold, though threaten'd wide, And many a time he had been tried, He fought like a hero till he died Amid the battle gory. But the day was won, their line was broke, While all around was lost in smoke, And Nelson he got his death-stroke, That's the man for old England! He faced his foe with his sword in hand And he lived and he died in his glory.
When Britain first, at heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main; This was the charter of the land, And guardian Angels sung this strain:
Rule, Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never will be slaves.
The nations, not so blest as thee, Must, in their turns, to tyrants fall: While thou shalt flourish great and free, The dread and envy of them all.
Still more majestic shalt thou rise, More dreadful, from each foreign stroke: As the loud blast that tears the skies, Serves but to root thy native oak.
Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame: All their attempts to bend thee down, Will but arouse thy generous flame; But work their woe, and thy renown.
To thee belongs the rural reign; Thy cities shall with commerce shine: All thine shall be the subject main, And every shore it circles thine.
The Muses, still with freedom found, Shall to thy happy coast repair: Blest isle! with matchless beauty crowned, And manly hearts to guard the fair.
Dear Land of Hope, thy hope is crowned. God make thee mightier yet! On Sov'reign brows, beloved, renowned, Once more thy crown is set. Thine equal laws, by Freedom gained, Have ruled thee well and long; By Freedom gained, by Truth maintained, Thine Empire shall be strong.
Land of Hope and Glory,
Mother of the Free,
How shall we extol thee,
Who are born of thee?
Wider still and wider
Shall thy bounds be set;
God, who made thee mighty,
Make thee mightier yet
God, who made thee mighty,
Make thee mightier yet.
Thy fame is ancient as the days, As Ocean large and wide A pride that dares, and heeds not praise, A stern and silent pride Not that false joy that dreams content With what our sires have won; The blood a hero sire hath spent Still nerves a hero son.
And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England’s mountains green? And was the holy lamb of God On England’s pleasant pastures seen?
And did the Countenance Divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills? And was Jerusalem builded here Among these dark Satanic Mills?
Bring me my Bow of burning gold; Bring me my Arrows of Desire; Bring me my Spear; O clouds unfold! Bring me my Chariot of Fire!
I will not cease from Mental Fight Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand, Till we have built Jerusalem In England’s green and pleasant Land.