احمق آمریکایی (ترانه)

احمق آمریکایی یا آمریکایی احمق (به انگلیسی: Yankee Doodle) یک ترانه رژه‌ای (نظامی) سده ۱۸ میلادی است. این ترانه محبوب تقریباً «به صورت یک سرود ملی در آمریکا درآمده است. ترانه احمق آمریکایی نخستین بار توسط سربازان بریتانیایی و به منظور تمسخر مردم استقلال طلب آمریکا، خوانده می‌شد اما بعداً» به یک ترانه دوست داشتنی نزد سربازان جرج واشینگتن تبدیل گردید. یانکی (Yankee) به مردم شمال آمریکا گفته می‌شود. واژه (Doodle) نیز در زبان انگلیسی میانه به معنای احمق و خنگ است. این ترانه با این جملات آغاز می‌شود:

نخستین چامه از ترانه بر روی سنگی در یک بوستان در آمریکا

آمریکایی احمق اومد به شهر

سوار یه اسب کوچولو

یه پر زده به کلاهش

بهش میگه ماکارونی [۱] (نوعی مد سده هجدهم)

Yankee Doodle went to town
A-riding on a pony,
Stuck a feather in his cap
And called it macaroni'.
Chorus:
Yankee Doodle keep it up,
Yankee Doodle dandy,
Mind the music and the step,
And with the girls be handy.
Fath'r and I went down to camp,
Along with Captain Gooding,
And there we saw the men and boys
As thick as hasty pudding.
Chorus
And there we saw a thousand men
As rich as Squire David,
And what they wasted every day,
I wish it could be saved.
Chorus
The 'lasses they eat it every day,
Would keep a house a winter;
They have so much, that I'll be bound,
They eat it when they've mind ter.
Chorus
And there I see a swamping gun
Large as a log of maple,
Upon a deuced little cart,
A load for father's cattle.
Chorus
And every time they shoot it off,
It takes a horn of powder,
and makes a noise like father's gun,
Only a nation louder.
Chorus
I went as nigh to one myself
As 'Siah's inderpinning;
And father went as nigh again,
I thought the deuce was in him.
Chorus
Cousin Simon grew so bold,
I thought he would have cocked it;
It scared me so I shrinked it off
And hung by father's pocket.
Chorus
And Cap'n Davis had a gun,
He kind of clapt his hand on't
And stuck a crooked stabbing iron
Upon the little end on't
Chorus
And there I see a pumpkin shell
As big as mother's bason,
And every time they touched it off
They scampered like the nation.
Chorus
I see a little barrel too,
The heads were made of leather;
They knocked on it with little clubs
And called the folks together.
Chorus
And there was Cap'n Washington,
And gentle folks about him;
They say he's grown so 'tarnal proud
He will not ride without em'.
Chorus
He got him on his meeting clothes,
Upon a slapping stallion;
He sat the world along in rows,
In hundreds and in millions.
Chorus
The flaming ribbons in his hat,
They looked so tearing fine, ah,
I wanted dreadfully to get
To give to my Jemima.
Chorus
I see another snarl of men
A digging graves they told me,
So 'tarnal long, so 'tarnal deep,
They 'tended they should hold me.
Chorus
It scared me so, I hooked it off,
Nor stopped, as I remember,
Nor turned about till I got home,
Locked up in mother's chamber.
Chorus