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BATTLE OF NEW
(Jimmy tune: Eighth of January, trad.)
Well, in 18 and 14, we took a trip
Along with Jackson down the mighty Missisip
We took a bacon and we took a little beans
And we met the British in the town of New Orleans
We fired our guns and the British kept a
There wasn't nigh as as there was a while ago
We once more and they began a running
Down the to the Gulf of Mexico
Well, I Marse Jackson come a-walkin' down the street
And to a pirate 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.
the French told Andrew, "You had better run
For Packenham's with a bullet in his gun."
Old Hickory said he didn't give a
He's a-gonna the britches off of Colonel Packenham.
Well, we looked down the and we seed the British come
And there must have been a of them beating on the drum
They stepped so high and made their bugles ring
While we stood our cotton bales and didn't say a thing
Old said we could take em by surprise
If we didn't a musket till we looked em in the eyes
We our fire till we seed their face well
we opened up our squirrel guns and really gave em well..
Well they ran through the briars and ran through the brambles
And they ran through the where a rabbit couldn't go
They ran so the hounds couldn't catch em
the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Well we fired our cannons the barrels melted down
So we grabbed an and we fought another round
We filled his with minie balls and powdered his behind
And we touched the powder off, the 'gator lost his mind
They lost their pants and their pretty shiny
And tails was all a-showin' like a bunch of billy goats.
They ran down the river with their a-hanging out
And said they got a lickin', which there wasn't any doubt.
Well we back to town in our dirty ragged pants
And we all night with the pretty girls from France;
We understand 'em, but they had the sweetest charms
And we understood 'em 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 the dying words of Colonel Packenham
Was, "You better quit your foolin' with your Uncle Sam."
Well, we'll march 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 about the fun we had way down in New Orleans.
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recorded by Pete Seeger, Jimmy Driftwood, and Horton
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