In the shade of a cherry plum tree Slept a Yankee doodle dandy Dreaming of the buffalo days And the ghosts of the Iroquois braves, oh!
He rode his pony to town But the actors were pulling it down All the statues lay in the street With the crows pecking round at their feet
So he put a feather in his cap Turned around and never looked back
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so farewell beautiful dreamer Time to rise and shine your love to the world
farewell beautiful dreamer Time to rise and shine your love to the world
Farewell beautiful dreamer
In the shade of a cherry plum tree Slept a Yankee doodle dandy Dreaming of the buffalo days And the ghosts of the Iroquois braves, oh!
The ghosts of the Iroquois braves and the songs of the African slaves and the witches burned at the stake And of Moses parting the waves Leading his children out of their cages
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