[_The following song was composed a few years since by a gentleman then one of the officers of the Salem regiment, to be sung at the military celebration of the 4th of July. Its wit and pleasantry continues it a favorite with the Yankies, and it was again sung by the Military at Lynn Hotel, and by the Federalists at Washington Hall, on the late anniversary._] I. Yankey Doodle is the tune Americans delight in; 'Twill do to whistle, sing, or play, And just the thing for fighting. CHORUS. _Yankey Doodle, Boys; Huzza! Down outside--up the middle-- Yankey Doodle_, fa, sol, la, _Trumpet, Drum, and Fiddle._ II. 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. CHORUS.--_Yankey Doodle_, &c. III. Should a haughty foe expect To give our boys a caning, We _guess_ they'll find our boys have _larnt_ A _little bit_ of training. CHORUS.--_Yankey Doodle_, &c. IV. I'll wager now a _mug of flip_, And bring it on the table, Put Yankey boys aboard a ship, To beat them they are able. CHORUS.--_Yankey Doodle_, &c. V. Then if they go to _argufy._ I _rather guess_ they'll find, too, We've got a set of _tonguey blades_, T'out talk 'em, if _they're mind to._ CHORUS.--_Yankey Doodle_, &c. VI. America's a _dandy_ place; The people are all brothers; And when one's got a _pumpkin pye_, He shares it with the others. CHORUS.--_Yankey Doodle_, &c. VII. 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. CHORUS.--_Yankey Doodle_, &c. VIII. 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. CHORUS.--_Yankey Doodle_, &c. IX. 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. CHORUS.--_Yankey Doodle_, &c. X. 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._ CHORUS.--_Yankey Doodle_, &c. XI. 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. CHORUS.--_Yankey Doodle_, &c. XII.