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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 down the mighty
We took a bacon and we took a little beans
And we met the bloody British in the of New Orleans
We fired our guns and the British a comin'
There wasn't nigh as as there was a while ago
We fired more 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 name of Jean
He Jean a drink that he brung from Tennessee,
And the said he'd help us drive the British to the sea.
the French told Andrew, "You had better run
For Packenham's a=comin' with a 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 seed the come
And there have been a hundred of them beating on the drum
They stepped so high and they made bugles ring
While we stood behind our bales and didn't say a thing
Old Hickory said we take em by surprise
If we didn't fire a till we looked em in the eyes
We held our fire till we seed face well
Then we opened up our guns and really gave em well..
Well they ran through the briars and ran through the brambles
And they ran the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go
They ran so the hounds couldn't catch em
the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Well we our cannons till the barrels melted down
So we an alligator and we fought another round
We filled his head minie 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 was all a-showin' like a bunch of billy goats.
They ran down the river their tongues a-hanging out
And they said they got a lickin', there wasn't any doubt.
Well we back to town in our dirty ragged pants
And we danced all night the pretty girls from France;
We couldn't understand 'em, but they had the sweetest
And we understood 'em better we got 'em in our arms.
Well, the guide who brung the from the sea
Come a-limping into camp just as sick as he be,
He the dying words of Colonel Packenham
Was, "You better quit your foolin' your cousin Uncle Sam."
Well, we'll back home, but we'll never be content
Till we Old Hick'ry the people's president.
And time we think about the bacon and the beans
think about 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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