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BATTLE OF NEW
(Jimmy tune: Eighth of January, trad.)
Well, in 18 and 14, we took a little
Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty
We took a little bacon and we a little beans
And we met the bloody British in the of New Orleans
We fired our guns and the British kept a
There nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began a
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 name of Lafitte;
He gave Jean a that he brung from Tennessee,
And the pirate he'd help us drive the British to the sea.
the French told Andrew, "You had better run
For a=comin' with a bullet in his gun."
Old Hickory said he didn't a damn
He's whup the britches off of Colonel Packenham.
Well, we down the river and we seed the British come
And there must have a hundred of them beating on the drum
They so high and they made their bugles ring
While we stood behind our cotton bales and didn't say a
Old Hickory said we could em by surprise
If we didn't a musket till we looked em in the eyes
We held our fire till we seed their well
Then we opened up our squirrel guns and gave em well..
Well ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the where a rabbit couldn't go
They ran so fast the hounds couldn't em
Down the to the Gulf of Mexico
Well we fired our till the barrels melted down
So we grabbed an alligator and we fought round
We filled his head with minie and powdered his behind
And when we touched the powder off, the 'gator lost his
They lost their pants and their pretty coats
And their tails was all a-showin' like a of billy goats.
They ran down the river with their tongues out
And said they got a lickin', which there wasn't any doubt.
we marched back to town in our dirty ragged pants
And we danced all night the pretty girls from France;
We understand '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 words of Colonel Packenham
Was, "You better quit your foolin' with your cousin Sam."
Well, march back home, but we'll never be content
Till we make Old Hick'ry the president.
And every we think about the bacon and the beans
think about the fun we had way down in New Orleans.
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recorded by Pete Seeger, Jimmy Driftwood, and Johnny
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