Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE YANKEE VOLUNTEERS, by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY Poet's Biography First Line: Ye yankee volunteers! Last Line: Poor yankee doodle! Subject(s): United States; America | ||||||||
YE Yankee volunteers! It makes my bosom bleed When I your story read, Though oft 'tis told one. So--in both hemispheres The women are untrue, And cruel in the New, As in the Old one! What--in this company Of sixty sons of Mars, Who march 'neath Stripes and Stars, With fife and horn, Nine-tenths of all we see Along the warlike line Had but one cause to join This Hope Forlorn? Deserters from the realm Where tyrant Venus reigns, You slipped her wicked chains, Fled and out-ran her. And now, with sword and helm, Together banded are Beneath the Stripe and Star-Embroidered banner! And is it so with all The warriors ranged in line, With lace bedizened fine And swords gold-hilited-- Yon lusty corporal, Yon colour-man who gripes The flag of Stars and Stripes-- Has each been jilted? Come, each man of this line, The privates strong and tall, 'The pioneers and all,' The fifer nimble-- Lieutenant and Ensign, Captain with epaulets, And Blacky there, who beats The clanging cymbal-- O cymbal-beating black, Tell us, as thou canst feel, Was it some Lucy Neal Who caused thy ruin? O nimble fifing Jack, And drummer making din So deftly on the skin, With thy rat-tattooing-- Confess, ye volunteers, Lieutenant and Ensign, And Captain of the line, As bold as Roman-- Confess, ye grenadiers, However strong and tall, The Conqueror of you all Is Woman, Woman! No corslet is so proof But through it from her bow The shafts that she can throw Will pierce and rankle. No champion e'er so tough, But 's in the struggle thrown, And tripped and trodden down By her slim ankle. Thus always it was ruled: And when a woman smiled, The strong man was a child, The sage noodle. Alcides was befooled, And silly Samson shorn, Long, long ere you were born, Poor Yankee Doodle! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JULY FOURTH BY THE OCEAN by ROBINSON JEFFERS SHINE, PERISHING REPUBLIC by ROBINSON JEFFERS SHINE, PERISHING REPUBLIC by ROBINSON JEFFERS WATCH THE LIGHTS FADE by ROBINSON JEFFERS AFTER TENNYSON by AMBROSE BIERCE MEETING YOU AT THE PIERS by KENNETH KOCH INVOCATION TO THE SOCIAL MUSE by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH LITTLE BILLEE by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY |
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