- Янки дудл
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Янки-дудл (Yankee-Doodle) — национальная песня в США, в настоящее время понимаемая в патриотическом ключе (хотя первоначально возникшая в качестве юмористической). Так же является гимном штата Коннектикут.[1]
В высшей степени тривиальная мелодия этой песни была будто бы известна в Англии во времена Карла I под названием «Nankey-Doodle» и пелась королевскими кавалеристами в насмешку над Кромвелем. Во время колониальной войны с французами в июне 1755 года эта песня была перенесена английскими войсками в Северную Америку, новый текст, как считается, был сочинён полковым врачом Ричардом Шакбергом (Richard Shuckburgh) и выражал насмешливое отношение британских офицеров к североамериканским (местным) новобранцам. В дальнейшем текст песни неоднократно переписывался.
Текст песни
Полный текст песни, в том виде, который известен сейчас:[2]
- Fath’r and I went down to camp,
- Along with Cap’n Goodin',
- And there we saw the men and boys
- As thick as hasty puddin'.
- CHORUS:
- Yankee Doodle keep it up,
- Yankee Doodle dandy,
- Mind the music and the step,
- And with the girls be handy.
- And there we saw a thousand men
- As rich as Squire David,
- And what they wasted every day,
- I wish it could be saved.
- CHORUS
- The 'lasses they eat it every day,
- Would keep a house a winter;
- They have so much, that I’ll be bound,
- They eat it when they’ve mind ter.
- CHORUS
- And there I see a swamping gun
- Large as a log of maple,
- Upon a deuced little cart,
- A load for father’s cattle.
- CHORUS
- And every time they shoot it off,
- It takes a horn of powder,
- and makes a noise like father’s gun,
- Only a nation louder.
- CHORUS
- I went as nigh to one myself
- As 'Siah’s inderpinning;
- And father went as nigh again,
- I thought the deuce was in him.
- CHORUS
- Cousin Simon grew so bold,
- I thought he would have cocked it;
- It scared me so I shrinked it off
- And hung by father’s pocket.
- CHORUS
- And Cap’n Davis had a gun,
- He kind of clapt his hand on’t
- And stuck a crooked stabbing iron
- Upon the little end on’t
- CHORUS
- And there I see a pumpkin shell
- As big as mother’s bason,
- And every time they touched it off
- They scampered like the nation.
- CHORUS
- I see a little barrel too,
- The heads were made of leather;
- They knocked on it with little clubs
- And called the folks together.
- CHORUS
- And there was Cap’n Washington,
- And gentle folks about him;
- They say he’s grown so 'tarnal proud
- He will not ride without em'.
- CHORUS
- He got him on his meeting clothes,
- Upon a slapping stallion;
- He sat the world along in rows,
- In hundreds and in millions.
- CHORUS
- The flaming ribbons in his hat,
- They looked so tearing fine, ah,
- I wanted dreadfully to get
- To give to my Jemima.
- CHORUS
- I see another snarl of men
- A digging graves they told me,
- So 'tarnal long, so 'tarnal deep,
- They 'tended they should hold me.
- CHORUS
- It scared me so, I hooked it off,
- Nor stopped, as I remember,
- Nor turned about till I got home,
- Locked up in mother’s chamber.
- CHORUS
- Gen. George P. Morris
Примечания
- ↑ STATE OF CONNECTICUT, Sites º Seals º Symbols; Connecticut State Register & Manual; retrieved on May 23, 2008
- ↑ Gen. George P. Morris — «Original Yankee Words», The Patriotic Anthology, Doubleday, Doran & Company, Inc. publishers, 1941. Introduction by Carl Van Doren. Literary Guild of America, Inc., New York N.Y.
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