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William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.

The Budget of Blunders

THERE budgets are of every kind,

Of lawyers, rogues, and wonders,

The budget that I’ll sing, you’ll find

The budget full of blunders.

Yankee doodle to’t we go,

Words we scorn so handy,

To serve a friend or fight a foe,

Our tars they are the dandy.

John Bull our seamen thought to make

Immediately knock under,

Swore every frigate soon he’d take—

O! Johnny, what a blunder.
Yankee doodle, &c.

The Constitution Dacres thought

He’d capture and be merrier:

A blunder that he dearly bought,—

For why?—She took the Guerriere.
Yankee doodle, &c.

Proud Whynates thought he’d surely pound

Our navy melancholic,

Till, meeting with a Wasp, he found

A blunder in his Frolic.
Yankee doodle, &c.

The Macedonian hoped so wield

Successfully her thunder:

And make our bold Decatur yield,—

O! Careen, what a blunder.
Yankee doodle, &c.

The Java wish’d and soon did meet,

While cutting seas asunder,

A frigate of the Yankee fleet,

And made a woful blunder.
Yankee doodle, &c.

Our navy, thus the boast of Fame,

John Bull still strove to scorn it,

Until his strutting Peacock came,

And blunder’d on a Hornet.
Yankee doodle, &c.

The British Blythe vauntingly said,

“The Yankees shall knock under,”

And nail’d the flag to the mast-head—

An Enterprising blunder.
Yankee doodle, &c.

The Britons they did vainly boast,

They’d have command of Erie,

But soon they found a Yankee host

When blundering on our Perry,
Yankee doodle, &c.

Now still may distant nations see

Our seamen doing wonders:

And Britain’s naval records be

A budget still of blunders.
Yankee doodle, &c.