{"id":2815,"date":"2025-06-24T21:54:28","date_gmt":"2025-06-24T21:54:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blindskeleton.one\/?p=2815"},"modified":"2025-06-24T21:54:28","modified_gmt":"2025-06-24T21:54:28","slug":"songs-that-were-co-opted","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blindskeleton.one\/?p=2815","title":{"rendered":"Songs that were Co-opted"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><iframe style=\"width: 100%;\" src=\"https:\/\/player.hubhopper.com\/WyJodHRwczovL2ZlZWRzLmh1YmhvcHBlci5jb20vZGU0ZmNlNGU3MWY3YzUwNDFjNWMzMGU5YzQxYzE0ZGUucnNzIix0cnVlLGZhbHNlLHRydWUsMzI5MDE4ODMsIiM0RjQ2RTUiLCJkZWZhdWx0IiwiZGVmYXVsdCJd?format=2&amp;lastUpdated=1750801806\" height=\"388px\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>This week on Three Tune Tuesday: songs that changed sides. From \u201cYankee Doodle\u201d to \u201cSwing Low\u201d to \u201cBattle Cry of Freedom,\u201d we explore how tunes get twisted, repurposed, and reborn with new meanings\u2014sometimes in ways their creators never imagined.<\/p>\n<h2>Lyrics<\/h2>\n<h3>Yankee Doodle<\/h3>\n<p>(<em>the original lyrics<\/em>)<\/p>\n<p>The Farmer and his Son&#8217;s return from a visit to the CAMP.<br \/>\nFather and I went down to camp,<br \/>\nAlong with Captain Gooding,<br \/>\nAnd there we see the men and boys<br \/>\nAs thick as hasty pudding.<\/p>\n<p>Yankey doodle keep it up,<br \/>\nYankey doodle dandy,<br \/>\nMind the music and the step<br \/>\nAnd with the girls be handy<\/p>\n<p>And there we see a thousand men,<br \/>\nAs rich as &#8216;Squire David,<br \/>\nAnd what they wasted every day,<br \/>\nI wish it had been saved.<\/p>\n<p>Yankey doodle, &amp;c.<\/p>\n<p>The &#8216;lasses they eat every day,<br \/>\nWould keep an house a winter;<br \/>\nThey have as much that I&#8217;ll be bound,<br \/>\nThey eat it when they&#8217;re mind to.<\/p>\n<p>Yankey doodle, &amp;c.<\/p>\n<p>And there we see a swamping gun,<br \/>\nLarge as a log of maple,<br \/>\nUpon a ducid little cart,<br \/>\nA load for father&#8217;s cattle.<\/p>\n<p>Yankey doodle, &amp;c.<\/p>\n<p>And every time they shoot it off,<br \/>\nIt takes a horn of powder,<br \/>\nAnd makes a noise like father&#8217;s gun,<br \/>\nOnly a nation louder.<\/p>\n<p>Yankey doodle, &amp;c.<\/p>\n<p>I went as nigh to one myself,<br \/>\nAs &#8216;Siah&#8217;s underpinning;<br \/>\nAnd father when as nigh again,<br \/>\nI thought the duce was in him.<\/p>\n<p>Yankey doodle, &amp;c.<\/p>\n<p>Cousin Simon grew so bold,<br \/>\nI thought he would have cock&#8217;d it;<br \/>\nIt scar&#8217;d me so I shriek&#8217;d it off,<br \/>\nAnd hung by father&#8217;s pocket.<\/p>\n<p>Yankey doodle, &amp;c.<\/p>\n<p>And captain Davis had a gun,<br \/>\nHe kind of clapt his hand on&#8217;t,<br \/>\nAnd stuck a crooked stabbing iron<br \/>\nUpon the little end on&#8217;t.<\/p>\n<p>Yankey doodle, &amp;c.<\/p>\n<p>And there I see a pumpkin shell,<br \/>\nAs big as mother&#8217;s bason,<br \/>\nAnd every time they touch&#8217;d it off,<br \/>\nThey scamper&#8217;d like the nation.<\/p>\n<p>Yankey doodle, &amp;c.<\/p>\n<p>I see a little barrel too,<br \/>\nThe heads were made of leather,<br \/>\nThey knock upon with little clubs,<br \/>\nAnd call&#8217;d the folks together.<\/p>\n<p>Yankey doodle, &amp;c.<\/p>\n<p>And there was captain Washington,<br \/>\nAnd gentlefolks about him,<br \/>\nThey say he&#8217;s grown so tarnal proud,<br \/>\nHe will not ride without them.<\/p>\n<p>Yankey doodle, &amp;c.<\/p>\n<p>He got him on his meeting clothes,<br \/>\nUpon a slapping stallion,<br \/>\nHe set the world along in rows,<br \/>\nIn hundreds and in millions.<\/p>\n<p>Yankey doodle, &amp;c.<\/p>\n<p>The flaming ribbons in his hat,<br \/>\nThey look&#8217;d so taring fine ah,<br \/>\nI wanted pockily to get,<br \/>\nTo give to my Jemimah.<\/p>\n<p>Yankey doodle, &amp;c.<\/p>\n<p>I see another snarl of men,<br \/>\nA digging graves they told me,<br \/>\nSo tarnal long, so tarnal deep,<br \/>\nThey &#8216;tended they should hold me.<\/p>\n<p>Yankey doodle, &amp;c.<\/p>\n<p>If scar&#8217;d me so I hook&#8217;d it off,<br \/>\nNor stopt as I remember,<br \/>\nNor turn&#8217;d about &#8217;till I got home,<br \/>\nLock&#8217;d up in mother&#8217;s chamber.<\/p>\n<p>Yankey doodle, &amp;c.<\/p>\n<h3>Swing Low, Sweet Chariot<\/h3>\n<p>Refrain:<br \/>\nSwing low, sweet chariot<br \/>\nComing for to carry me home<br \/>\nSwing low, sweet chariot<br \/>\nComing for to carry me home<\/p>\n<p>Refrain<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m sometimes up, I&#8217;m sometimes down<br \/>\nComing for to carry me home<br \/>\nBut still my soul feels heavenly bound<br \/>\nComing for to carry me home<\/p>\n<p>Refrain<\/p>\n<p>I looked over Jordan and what did I see?<br \/>\nComing for to carry me home<br \/>\nA band of angels coming after me<br \/>\nComing for to carry me home<\/p>\n<h3>Battle Cry of Freedom<\/h3>\n<h4>Union Version<\/h4>\n<p>Yes, we&#8217;ll rally round the flag, boys,<br \/>\nWe&#8217;ll rally once again,<br \/>\nShouting the battle cry of Freedom,<br \/>\nWe will rally from the hillside,<br \/>\nWe&#8217;ll gather from the plain,<br \/>\nShouting the battle cry of Freedom.<\/p>\n<p>CHORUS:<br \/>\nThe Union forever,<br \/>\nHurrah! boys, hurrah!<br \/>\nDown with the traitors,<br \/>\nUp with the stars;<br \/>\nWhile we rally round the flag, boys,<br \/>\nRally once again,<br \/>\nShouting the battle cry of Freedom.<\/p>\n<p>We are springing to the call<br \/>\nOf our brothers gone before,<br \/>\nShouting the battle cry of Freedom;<br \/>\nAnd we&#8217;ll fill our vacant ranks with<br \/>\nA million free men more,<br \/>\nShouting the battle cry of Freedom.<\/p>\n<p>CHORUS<\/p>\n<p>We will welcome to our numbers<br \/>\nThe loyal, true and brave,<br \/>\nShouting the battle cry of Freedom;<br \/>\nAnd although they may be poor,<br \/>\nNot a man shall be a slave,<br \/>\nShouting the battle cry of Freedom.<\/p>\n<p>CHORUS<\/p>\n<p>So we&#8217;re springing to the call<br \/>\nFrom the East and from the West,<br \/>\nShouting the battle cry of Freedom;<br \/>\nAnd we&#8217;ll hurl the rebel crew<br \/>\nFrom the land that we love best,<br \/>\nShouting the battle cry of Freedom.<\/p>\n<p>CHORUS<\/p>\n<h4>Confederate Version<\/h4>\n<p>Our flag is proudly floating on the land and on the main,<br \/>\nShout, shout, the battle cry of Freedom;<br \/>\nBeneath it oft we\u2019ve conquered and will conquer oft again,<br \/>\nShout, shout, the battle cry of Freedom.<\/p>\n<p>Chorus:<br \/>\nOur Dixie forever, she\u2019s never at a loss<br \/>\nDown with the eagle and up with the cross.<br \/>\nWe\u2019ll rally \u2018round the bonny flag, we\u2019ll rally once again<br \/>\nShout, shout the battle cry of Freedom.<\/p>\n<p>Our gallant boys have marched to the rolling of the drums,<br \/>\nShout, shout the battle cry of Freedom;<br \/>\nAnd the leaders in charge cry, \u201cCome boys, come!\u201d<br \/>\nShout, shout the battle cry of Freedom.<\/p>\n<p>CHORUS<\/p>\n<p>They have laid down their lives on the bloody battle field,<br \/>\nShout, shout the battle cry of Freedom;<br \/>\nTheir motto is resistance\u2014\u201cTo tyrants we\u2019ll not yield!\u201d<br \/>\nShout, shout the battle cry of Freedom.<\/p>\n<p>CHORUS<\/p>\n<p>While our boys have responded and to the field have gone,<br \/>\nShout, shout the battle cry of Freedom;<br \/>\nOur noble women also have aided them at home.<br \/>\nShout, shout the battle cry of Freedom.<\/p>\n<p>CHORUS<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This week on Three Tune Tuesday: songs that changed sides. From \u201cYankee Doodle\u201d to \u201cSwing Low\u201d to \u201cBattle Cry of Freedom,\u201d we explore how tunes get twisted, repurposed, and reborn with new meanings\u2014sometimes in ways their creators never imagined. Lyrics Yankee Doodle (the original lyrics) The Farmer and his Son&#8217;s return from a visit to [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2739,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2815","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-three-tune-tuesday"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blindskeleton.one\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2815","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blindskeleton.one\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blindskeleton.one\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blindskeleton.one\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blindskeleton.one\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2815"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/blindskeleton.one\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2815\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blindskeleton.one\/index.php?rest_route=\/"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blindskeleton.one\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2815"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blindskeleton.one\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2815"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blindskeleton.one\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2815"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}