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BATTLE OF NEW
(Jimmy Driftwood; tune: of January, trad.)
Well, in 18 and 14, we took a trip
Along with Colonel Jackson the mighty Missisip
We a little bacon and we took a little beans
And we met the bloody British in the town of New
We fired our guns and the kept a comin'
There nigh as many as there was a while ago
We once more and they began a running
Down the to the Gulf of Mexico
Well, I seed Marse Jackson a-walkin' down the street
And a-talkin' to a pirate by the of Jean Lafitte;
He gave Jean a that he brung from Tennessee,
And the pirate said help us drive the British to the sea.
Well the French told Andrew, "You had run
For a=comin' with a bullet in his gun."
Old Hickory said he didn't a damn
He's a-gonna the britches off of Colonel Packenham.
Well, we looked down the river and we the British come
And there must have been a hundred of beating on the drum
They so high and they made their bugles ring
While we stood behind our cotton bales and say a thing
Old Hickory said we take em by surprise
If we fire a musket till we looked em in the eyes
We held our till we seed their face well
Then we opened up our guns and really gave em well..
they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes a rabbit couldn't go
They ran so fast the hounds couldn't em
the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Well we fired our cannons the barrels melted down
So we an alligator and we fought another round
We his head with minie balls and powdered his behind
And when we touched the powder off, the 'gator lost his
They lost pants and their pretty shiny coats
And their tails was all like a bunch of billy goats.
They ran down the river their tongues a-hanging out
And they said got a lickin', which there wasn't any doubt.
Well we marched back to town in our dirty ragged
And we danced all night with the pretty girls from
We couldn't 'em, but they had the sweetest charms
And we 'em better when we got 'em in our arms.
Well, the guide who the British from the sea
a-limping into camp just as sick as he could be,
He said the dying of Colonel Packenham
Was, "You better quit foolin' with your cousin Uncle Sam."
Well, we'll march back home, but we'll be content
Till we make Old the people's president.
And every we think about the bacon and the beans
We'll think the fun we had way down in New Orleans.
Copyright Warden Co., Inc.
recorded by Pete Seeger, Jimmy Driftwood, and Horton
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