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BATTLE OF NEW
(Jimmy Driftwood; Eighth of January, trad.)
Well, in 18 and 14, we took a trip
with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Missisip
We took a little bacon and we took a little
And we met the bloody British in the of New Orleans
We fired our and the British kept a comin'
There wasn't nigh as as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they a running
the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Well, I seed Marse Jackson a-walkin' down the street
And a-talkin' to a pirate by the name of Lafitte;
He gave Jean a drink that he brung 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' a bullet in his gun."
Old Hickory said he give a damn
He's a-gonna whup the off of Colonel Packenham.
Well, we looked the river and we seed the British come
And there have been a hundred of them beating on the drum
They stepped so high and they 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 didn't fire a musket we looked em in the eyes
We held our till we seed their face well
Then we up our squirrel guns and really gave em well..
they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a couldn't go
ran so fast the hounds couldn't catch em
Down the Mississippi to the of Mexico
Well we our cannons till the barrels melted down
So we grabbed an and we fought another round
We filled his head with minie and powdered his behind
And when we the powder off, the 'gator lost his mind
lost their pants and their pretty shiny coats
And their tails was all a-showin' like a of billy goats.
They ran the river 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 dirty pants
And we danced all night with the pretty girls France;
We couldn't understand 'em, but they had the charms
And we 'em better when we got 'em in our arms.
Well, the guide who brung the British the sea
Come a-limping into camp just as as he could be,
He the dying words of Colonel Packenham
Was, "You quit your foolin' with your cousin Uncle Sam."
Well, we'll march back home, but we'll never be
we make Old Hick'ry the people's president.
And every time we think about the 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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