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BATTLE OF NEW
(Jimmy tune: Eighth of January, trad.)
Well, in 18 and 14, we took a trip
Along with Colonel down the mighty Missisip
We took a little bacon and we took a beans
And we met the British in the town of New Orleans
We our guns and the British kept a comin'
There wasn't as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began a
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of
Well, I seed Marse come a-walkin' down the street
And a-talkin' to a by the name of Jean Lafitte;
He gave Jean a drink that he brung Tennessee,
And the pirate said he'd help us the British to the sea.
Well the told Andrew, "You had better run
For Packenham's a=comin' with a in his gun."
Old said he didn't give a damn
a-gonna whup the britches off of Colonel Packenham.
Well, we looked down the river and we seed the British
And there must have been a of them beating on the drum
stepped so high and they made their bugles ring
While we behind our cotton bales and didn't say a thing
Old Hickory we could 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 squirrel guns and really em well..
Well they ran through the and they ran through the brambles
And ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go
They ran so the hounds couldn't catch em
Down the Mississippi to the 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 balls and powdered his behind
And when we the powder off, the 'gator lost his mind
They lost their and their pretty shiny coats
And their tails was all a-showin' like a bunch of goats.
They ran down the river with tongues a-hanging out
And they said got a lickin', which there wasn't any doubt.
Well we back to town in our dirty ragged pants
And we danced all night with the pretty from France;
We couldn't understand 'em, but had the sweetest charms
And we understood 'em better we got 'em in our arms.
Well, the guide who brung the British the sea
Come a-limping camp just as sick as he could be,
He the dying words of Colonel Packenham
Was, "You better quit your foolin' with your Uncle Sam."
Well, march back home, but we'll never be content
Till we Old Hick'ry the people's president.
And every time we think 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, Driftwood, and Johnny Horton
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