Classic Poem

I sing Ulysses, and those chiefs
Who, out of near a million,
So luckily their bacon sav'd
Before the walls of Ilion.

Yankee doodle doodle doo,
Black negro he get fumbo,
And when you come to our town
We'll make you drunk with bumbo.

II.

Who having taken, sack'd, and burnt,
That very first of cities,
Return'd in triumph, while the bards
All struck up amorous dittles.

Yankee doodle, &c.

III.

The Cyclops first we visited,
Ulysses made him cry out,
For he eat his mutton, drank his wine,
And then he pok'd his eye out.

Yankee doodle, &c.

IV.

From thence we went to Circe's land,
Who faith a girl of spunk is,
For she made us drunk, and chang'd us all
To asses, goats, and monkies.

Yankee doodle, &c.

V.

And then to hell and back again,
Then where the Syrens Cara,
Swell cadence, trill, and shake, almost
As weil as Madam Mara.

Yankee doodle, &c.

VI.

To feil Charibd's next, and then
Where yawning Scylla grapples
Six men at once, and eats them all,
Just like so many apples.

Yankee doodle, &c.

VII.

From thence to where Apollo's bulls
And sheep all play and skip so,
From whence Ulysses went alone
To the island of Calypso.

Yankee doodle, &c.

VIII.

And there he kiss'd, and toy'd, and play'd,
'Tis true upon my life sir,
Till, having turn'd his mistress off,
He's coming to his wife sir.

Yankee doodle, &c.