I'll take back my comment about being kick'ed off the forums over there, sorry.
The Yankie doodle wasn't meant to be a dig, I thought it was better than saying no more help for the American, but from your response you don't take it in an offensive manner which is good.
It the same as we call English people poms or pommies. It's not to be rude (that I know off) it just a nickname.
West Australians are Sandgropers, and Queensland people Banana Benders, etc.
Don't friggin apologize about the American forum comment. I'm not a pussy. Besides there was an opportunity there for me to flex my sarcasm muscle but I reeled myself back in. I now can not resist...
flashback into parallel reality said:
...You are my first. Now don't you feel specialer.
I truly feel nostalgic about Yankee Doodle. It's a badge of honor. I don't know how it could be received as offensive. So I say thank you
Yankee Doodle went to townA-riding on a pony,Stuck a feather in his capAnd 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 boysAs thick as hasty pudding
And there we saw a thousand menAs 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 gunLarge 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 myselfAs '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 offAnd hung by father's pocket. Chorus
And Cap'n Davis had a gun,He kind of clapt his hand on'tAnd stuck a crooked stabbing ironUpon the little end on't Chorus
And there I see a pumpkin shellAs big as mother's bason,And every time they touched it offThey scampered like the nation. Chorus
I see a little barrel too,The heads were made of leather;They knocked on it with little clubsAnd called the folks together. Chorus
And there was Cap'n Washington,And gentle folks about him;They say he's grown so 'tarnal proudHe 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 getTo give to my Jemima. Chorus
I see another snarl of menA 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