Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1851-10-16
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Yankee Doodle Did !
Or England and America in 1851.

Yankee Doodle Did!
Or England and America in 1851. %
By the Editor Of the Chelsea Telegraph,
KS. W. E. P. HASKELL.
aSay, what will Yankee Doodle DOR
Said Britain. proud and scornful,
When, in her Crystal Palace stored,
Our Yankee wares looked mournful.
"We've piled our halls with glittering gems
From England's wide possessions, I
With gold from Ind. and diadems e
Blood-stained with our expressions.
with silks and shawls from far Cathay,
With linens from poor Ireland.
With costly furs from Hudson's Bay,
And goods from every far land.
"Then what will Yankee Doodle do
With pistols, ploughs and reapers =
When our achievements meet his view,
Lord how he'll spread his peppers -
well-Yankee Doodle "come to town
No glitsering gauds he carried;
But laid his ploughs and reapers down,
And patiently he tarricd.
JOHN Bull his humble treasures viewed,
Then-turned his back upon him!
But staunch and firm the Yankee stood,
And swore "tarnation on him.
"I'll plough my way upon his seas
Reap laurels on his land, sirs,
And pick his banklocks. at my ease.
Or else-may be darn'd, sirs -
He swore he'd do-and without fail
You may be sure he did, sirs-
GIf John Bulls crown had been for sale,
He'd made the highest bid, sirs.l
So, first, he took his pistols out,
And frightened all creation;
Then pick d Bulls bank-lock, huge and stout,
Astonishing the nation !
A country visit next he tried,
L
When British ploughs were thrown aside
For Prouty's Centre Draught, sirs
But still, the greatest coup de main,
That opened John Bulls peppers,
Was when he cut against the grain.
With one of "them are reapers."
The trial DER, he sought old Bull
Exclaimed, "No,c, how ye-do, sir;
My hands and pockets both are full
Will Yankee Doodle do, sir :
I" If so, I guess I'll start for hum
My boat is in your bay, sir?
But ere I 60, l hope you'll come
On board and stop day, sir"
" Four boat p said Bull, 81 wish you'd bro't
A craft to have race, sir,
You'd find that with BRITISH YACHT
You never could keep pace, sir 1!
For though you've made our people stare
With each new Yankee notion,
We've prouder laurels yet to spare
BRITANNIA rules the ocean!
The Yankee pluck was up again
Said he, "Old Bull, s,coc sir,
I'll try TO them are laurels gain,
Hyou'Il so down to Coooes, sir"
To Cowes they went, and near the quay,
There lay the Yankee bark, sirs,
A boat they called tn AMERICA
And now the race we'll mark, sirs.
She passed the British royal yachts,
With so much grace and ease, sirs,
They seemed far more like floating pots,
Than " skimmers of the SEAS" sirs.
And, where the Cross DER Eaglands Queen
Waved proudly from each Spar, sirs,
With high and chivalrous demean
She dipped the STRIPES and STARS, sirs.
The trial o'er-the laurels won
John Bull could stand no more, sirs,
But chained the British Lion down,
And let the EAGLE soar, sirs.
They owned with proud and courtly grace,
That he'd enjoyed the fun, sirs.
Por twas an honor to his race,
What Yankee Doodle DONE, sirs.
And then he bought the Yankees boat
(No tribute could be neater,)
And gave him a fve-thousand note
To build one that would beat her.
And when, to bring the Yankee home,
CUNARD unfurled his streamers,
"Good bye" said Bull, "Tll shortly come
In one of COLLINS steamers !"
Thus may these nations ever stand,
Bound by the arts of peace, sirs,
And rivalry by sea or land,
Their mutual ties increase, sirs
V A R [ E I Y
The True Life.