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
Turning around and never looked back
Tra la la la!

Farewell beautiful dreamer
Time to rise and shine your love to the world

Farewell beautiful dreamer!
In thе shade of a cherry plum tree
Slept a Yankee doodlе dandy

Dreaming of the buffalo days
And the ghosts of the Iroquois braves, oh!
The ghosts of the Iroquois braves
The songs of the African slaves
The witches burned at the stake
And of Moses parting the waves
Leading his children out of their cages
Tra la la la!

In the shade of a cherry plum tree!