The Northmen are coming, Oho! oho!
The Northmen are coming, Oho! oho!
The Northmen, the Northmen,
The warriors of Freedom!
The Northmen are coming, Oho! oho!
Their star-spangled banners I see, I see!
The plume-crested horsemen I see, I see!
Down mountain and valley the hosts are streaming,
And shouting the battle-cry, “One and Free.”
The Northmen are coming, etc.
The peal of their bugles I hear, I hear!
The clangor of trumpets I hear, I hear!
The banners outflame like the blazing morn,
O’er billows of bayonet, sword and spear.
The Northmen are coming, etc.
With rattle of musket they come, they come!
With thunder of cannon, they come, they come!
With tempest of fire, and storm of steel,
To drive out the traitors from Freedom’s home.
The Northmen are coming, etc.
The boom of their cannon is Tyranny’s knell;
Wherever they battle shall Liberty dwell;
They fight for the holiest hope of man,
They triumph with Washington, Bruce and Tell.
The Northmen are coming, etc.
They come with the banners our sires unfurled,
Unfurled for the exile, the bondman, the world,
And Heaven shall speed their victorious march,
Till Liberty’s foes to the dust be hurled.
The Northmen are coming, etc.
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The Volunteer Yankee Doodle of ’61.
Copied by permission of HORACE WATERS, Music Publisher,
481 Broadway, N. Y., owner of the copyright.
Yankee Doodle comes to town,
Walking on his feet, sir!
Shouldered gun and soldier’s gown,
Yankee can’t be beat, sir!
In his bosom burns a love
For his glorious country,
Sparkling like the stars above,
Ay! much less it won’t be.
Yankee Doodle, keep it up;
Yankee doodle dandy,
Plant your bayonet on the top,
And wi’ the gun be handy!
Yankee Doodle, etc.
Yankee Doodle marches on
Till the foes he’ll meet, sir!
Shoots at least a dozen down--
Yankee can’t be beat, sir!
For the Stars and Stripes he’ll fight,
For the Constitution;
Put the enemy to flight,
End the Revolution.
Yankee Doodle, keep it up;
Yankee doodle dandy,
Plant your bayonet on the top,
And wi’ the gun be handy!
Victory gained, he takes his ease
At his country seat, sir!
Following the arts of peace,
Yankee can’t be beat, sir!
Plenty yields his native soil,
Faithful to his labor;
And the Lord rewards his toil,
Grants him every favor.
Yankee Doodle, keep it up;
Yankee doodle dandy,
Plant your corn, and reap your crop,
And wi’ the plough be handy!
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Flag Song.