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BATTLE OF NEW
(Jimmy Driftwood; Eighth of January, trad.)
Well, in 18 and 14, we a little trip
Along with Colonel Jackson the mighty Missisip
We took a little bacon and we a little 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 and they began a running
Down the Mississippi to the of Mexico
Well, I seed Marse Jackson come down the street
And a-talkin' to a pirate by the of Jean Lafitte;
He gave Jean a drink that he brung Tennessee,
And the pirate he'd help us drive the British to the sea.
Well the French Andrew, "You had better run
For Packenham's a=comin' a bullet in his gun."
Old Hickory said he didn't a damn
He's a-gonna whup the britches off of Packenham.
Well, we looked down the river and we seed the British
And there must have been a hundred of them on the drum
stepped so high and they made their bugles ring
While we stood our cotton bales and didn't say a thing
Old Hickory said we could em by surprise
If we didn't fire a musket till we looked em in the
We held our fire till we seed their well
Then we opened up our squirrel guns and gave em well..
they ran through the briars 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 Gulf of
Well we fired our cannons till the melted down
So we grabbed an alligator and we fought round
We filled his head with balls and powdered his behind
And when we touched the powder off, the 'gator lost his
They lost their pants and their pretty shiny
And their tails was all a-showin' like a of billy goats.
They ran down the with their tongues a-hanging out
And they said they got a lickin', which wasn't any doubt.
Well we marched back to town in our ragged pants
And we danced all night with the girls from France;
We couldn't 'em, but they had the sweetest charms
And we understood 'em when we got 'em in our arms.
Well, the who brung the British from the sea
Come a-limping into camp as sick as he could be,
He the dying words of Colonel Packenham
Was, "You quit your foolin' with your cousin Uncle Sam."
Well, march back home, but we'll never be content
we make Old Hick'ry the people's president.
And every time we think about the bacon and the
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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