Wahatchee

(Ann Hart is an historical figure and this song is about a real event. She was a Revolutionary War spy and fierce pioneer woman who outwitted marauding Red Coats and took her vengeance.)

One bright morning, a mother and daughter stood
On Wahatchee Creek in the Georgia colony
Here come the Tories, with their coats a bloody red
From the body of old James Dooley
They’ve murdered old man Dooley

Well Ann Hart stood as tall as any man
With hair of fire and wit that cut like a knife
She said “Rest yourselves and let us cook that fowl for you”
They didn’t see the vengeance in the eye of that good wife
The vengeance in the eye of that good wife

Oh that bloody crew they didn’t see
As they ate her stew and drank her brandy
Ann and her daughter slipped their guns out the door
All the while humming “Yankee Doodle Dandy”
Just humming “Yankee Doodle Dandy”

Conch shell in hand young Sukey to the river ran
Calling to her father who sped home from the wood
To find six drunk Red Coats all ready for slaughter
At the end of Ann’s musket they cowered and they stood
At the wrong end of Ann’s musket they stood

“Shoot them bastards down!” cried old Colonel Hart
That’s too good an end for such as them says Ann
“They bragged about killing good ole James Dooley say we string a noose from that oak for each of them
A rope on that oak for each man.”

As Red Ann stood grim judge and jury
They strung up those Red Coats quite handy
Until one by one they lifeless hung
And all the while she hummed “Yankee Doodle Dandy”
She was humming that “Yankee Doodle Dandy.”