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BATTLE OF NEW
(Jimmy Driftwood; Eighth of January, trad.)
Well, in 18 and 14, we took a little
Along with Jackson down the mighty Missisip
We took a bacon and we took a little beans
And we met the bloody in the town of New Orleans
We fired our guns and the British kept a
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a ago
We once more and they began a running
Down the Mississippi to the of Mexico
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 that he brung from Tennessee,
And the pirate he'd help us drive the British to the sea.
Well the told Andrew, "You had better run
For Packenham's a=comin' with a in his gun."
Old Hickory said he give 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 been a hundred of them on the drum
They stepped so high and they made bugles ring
While we stood behind our cotton and didn't 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 fire till we seed face well
Then we opened up our squirrel guns and gave em well..
Well they ran through the and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit go
They ran so the hounds couldn't catch em
Down the Mississippi to the of Mexico
Well we fired our cannons till the melted down
So we grabbed an and we fought another round
We filled his head with minie balls and powdered his
And when we touched the off, the 'gator lost his mind
They lost their pants and their pretty coats
And tails was all a-showin' like a bunch of billy goats.
They ran down the river with tongues a-hanging out
And they said they got a lickin', there wasn't any doubt.
Well we marched back to town in our dirty 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 brung the from the sea
Come a-limping into camp as sick as he could be,
He said the words of Colonel Packenham
Was, "You better quit your foolin' with cousin Uncle Sam."
Well, march back home, but we'll never be content
Till we Old Hick'ry the people's president.
And every we think about the bacon and the beans
We'll think about the fun we had way in New Orleans.
Copyright Warden Co., Inc.
recorded by Pete Seeger, Driftwood, and Johnny Horton
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