How "Yankee Doodle Came to Town."
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The Famous Air Had a Checkered Career and Hobnobbed With Some Queer Lyrics Before a British Surgeon Unwittingly Gave to the American Patriots a Battle Song.
An original article written for The Scrap Book.
Our oldest national nickname is "Yankee." In the early Colonial days, the Indians stumbling over the pronunciation of the language of the pale-face, called the English "Yenghies." By corruption, "Yenghies" became "Yanghies" and "Yankees." The settlers took the word "Yankees" back again from their copper-skinned neighbors, and they seem to have used it in a slangy way.
As early as 1713 Jonathan Hastings, a farmer of Cambridge, in New England, used the word as a synonym for excellence, saying of anything which he especially admired:
"It is Yankee good"—that is, probably: "It is as good as if English made."
However, it is worthy of note that Jamieson's "Scottish Dictionary" gives a Scottish word, "Yankie," with the definition: "A sharp, clever woman, at the same time including an idea of forwardness."
The modern notion of Yankee shrewdness might seem to justify the derivation from the Scottish, but, as it happens, the Yankee was not generally considered shrewd and clever until a much later period than the pre-Revolutionary days.
Perhaps, as the occasional explanation has it, the people of the other colonies got to calling New Englanders "Jonathan Yankees," after Jonathan Hastings. Also it may be true that the word has more than one derivation—a possibility which will become apparent when we consider the origin of the song "Yankee Doodle."
Everybody knows the tune of "Yankee Doodle," but few people know the words. The air has been ascribed to several different countries. Kossuth, during his visit to the United States, recognized it as Hungarian, and it has also been identified with an ancient Biscayan sword-dance. In the Netherlands there is, or used to be, a harvesting song, sung by laborers, who were paid with a tenth of the grain and all the buttermilk they could drink:
Yankerdidel doodel down, Didel, dudel lanter, Yanke viver, voover, vown, Botermilk und tanther.
In other words, "buttermilk and a tenth." Old Hollanders in the United States may recall the stanza.
In the days of Cromwell, one of the nicknames which the Cavaliers bestowed upon the Puritans was "Nankee Doodle." When Cromwell entered Oxford this stanza was written:
Nankee Doodle came to town Upon a little pony, With a feather in his hat Upon a macaroni.
Another and more common version was as follows:
Yankee Doodle came to town Upon a Kentish pony; He stuck a feather in his hat And called him Macaroni.
In the reign of Charles II we first hear beyond any doubt the air to which "Yankee Doodle" is now sung. To it were set the following lines, which remain as a nursery rhyme:
Lucy Locket lost her pocket, Kitty Fisher found it; Nothing in it, nothing in it, But the binding 'round it.
The air came to be known as "Kitty Fisher," or "Kitty Fisher's Jig."
In 1755, when the Colonial troops were joining the British regulars in the invasion of Canada, by way of Albany, Dr. Schuckburgh, a surgeon attached to Lord Amherst's forces, is said to have derisively adopted the tune for the use of the Colonials, who apparently accepted it in good faith as an established martial air.
To attribute to Dr. Schuckburgh the words which were afterward sung to the air is to disregard the internal evidence of the words themselves—unless, as is possible, though not probable, the stanzas referring to Washington were added later.
The full set of stanzas, entitled "The Yankee's Return from Camp," appear to date from the latter part of 1775, after the battle of Bunker Hill, when the Continental army, under General Washington's command, was encamped in the vicinity of Boston.
The Tories were then singing to the old tune of "Kitty Fisher" these lines:
Yankee Doodle came to town For to buy a firelock; We will tar and feather him, And so we will John Hancock.
The original Tory quatrain referred to the smuggling of muskets into the country by the patriots. The stanzas substituted by some unknown Colonial rimester run as follows:
Father and I went down to camp, Along with Captain Gooding, And there we seed 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 seed a thousand men, As rich as 'Squire David; And what they wasted ev'ry day, I wish'd it could be savéd. Yankee Doodle, etc. The 'lasses they eat ev'ry day Would keep a house in winter; They have so much that I be bound, They eat it when they're amind ter. Yankee Doodle, etc. And there we see a swamping gun, Large as a log of maple, Upon a deuced little cart, A load for father's cattle. Yankee Doodle, etc. And ev'ry time they shoot it off It takes a horn of powder; It makes a noise like father's gun, Only a nation louder. Yankee Doodle, etc. I went as nigh to one myself As 'Siah's underpinning; And father went as nigh again— I thought the deuce was in him. Yankee Doodle, etc. Cousin Simon was so 'tarnal bold, I thought he would have cocked it; It scar'd me so, I streak'd it off, And hung by father's pocket. Yankee Doodle, etc. And Captain Davis had a gun, He kind of clapp'd his hand on't. And stuck a crooked stabbing iron Upon the little end on't. Yankee Doodle, etc. And there I see a pumpkin shell As big as mother's basin, And ev'ry time they touched it off They scamper'd like the nation. Yankee Doodle, etc. I see a little barrel, too, The heads were made of leather; They knock'd upon't with little clubs, And call'd the folks together. Yankee Doodle, etc. And there was Captain Washington, And gentlefolks about him; They say he's grown so 'tarnal proud He will not ride without 'em. Yankee Doodle, etc. He got him on his meeting-clothes, Upon a slapping stallion; He set the world along in rows, In hundreds or a million. Yankee Doodle, etc. I see another snarl of men A-digging graves, that told me, So 'tarnal long, so 'tarnal deep, They 'tended they should hold me. Yankee Doodle, etc. It scar'd me so I hooked it off, Nor stopped, as I remember, Nor turned about till I got home, Clear up in mother's chamber. Yankee Doodle, etc.