Николай Троицкий (nicolaitroitsky) wrote,
Николай Троицкий

Yankee Doodle

Янки-дудл — национальная песня в США, в настоящее время понимаемая в патриотическом ключе (хотя первоначально возникшая в качестве юмористической). Была одним из первых гимнов США который использовался короткое время во время войны за независимость США. Также является гимном штата Коннектикут.
В высшей степени тривиальная мелодия этой песни была будто бы известна в Англии во времена Карла I под названием «Nankey-Doodle» и пелась королевскими кавалеристами в насмешку над Кромвелем. Во время колониальной войны с французами в июне 1755 года эта песня была перенесена английскими войсками в Северную Америку, новый текст, как считается, был сочинён полковым врачом Ричардом Шакбергом (Richard Shuckburgh) и выражал насмешливое отношение британских офицеров к североамериканским (местным) новобранцам. В дальнейшем текст песни неоднократно переписывался
Там еще подробности и есть русский перевод. Здесь по-английски еще больше.

НА скрипочке. Ann Fontanella

Fath’r and I went down to camp,
Along with Cap’n Goodin',
And there we saw the men and boys
As thick as hasty puddin'.
Yankee Doodle keep it up,
Yankee Doodle dandy,
Mind the music and the step,
And with the girls be handy.
And there we saw a thousand men
As rich as Squire David,
And what they wasted every day,
I wish it could be saved.
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.
And there I see a swamping gun
Large as a log of maple,
Upon a deuced little cart,
A load for father’s cattle.
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.
I went as nigh to one myself
As 'Siah’s inderpinning;
And father went as nigh again,
I thought the deuce was in him.
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.
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
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.
I see a little barrel too,
The heads were made of leather;
They knocked on it with little clubs
And called the folks together.
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'.
He got him on his meeting clothes,
Upon a slapping stallion;
He sat the world along in rows,
In hundreds and in millions.
The flaming ribbons in his hat,
They looked so tearing fine, ah,
I wanted dreadfully to get
To give to my Jemima.
I see another snarl of men
A digging graves they told me,
So 'tarnal long, so 'tarnal deep,
They 'tended they should hold me.
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.
Gen. George P. Morris
Существует также «смягчённый» вариант финала:

The troopers, too, would gallop up
And fire right in our faces;
It scared me almost to death
To see them run such races.
But I can’t tell half I see
They kept up such a smother;
So I took my hat off, made a bow,
And scampered home to mother.

Позже в начале песни был приписан «внесюжетный» зачин, известный в наши дни как детская песенка:

Yankee Doodle went to town,
a-riding on a pony,
Stuck a feather in his cap
and called it macaroni.
(Под словом macaroni здесь имеется в виду не блюдо итальянской кухни, а вычурная итальянская мужская мода XVIII века, которой широко подражали в Англии.)

Yankee Doodle-doodle-doo,
Yankee Doodle dandy,
All the lassies are so smart
And sweet as sugar candy.
First he bought a porridge pot,
Then he bought a ladle,
Then he trotted home again
As fast as he was able.
Marching in and marching out,
And marching round the town!
Here there comes a regiment
With Captain Thomas Brown!
«Yankee Doodle» is a tune
That comes in mighty handy;
The enemy all runs away
At «Yankee Doodle Dandy».

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