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BATTLE OF NEW
(Jimmy Driftwood; Eighth of January, trad.)
Well, in 18 and 14, we took a trip
Along with Colonel Jackson the mighty Missisip
We took a little 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 as many as there was a while ago
We once more and they began a running
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of
Well, I seed Marse Jackson a-walkin' down the street
And a-talkin' to a by the name of Jean Lafitte;
He Jean a drink that he brung from Tennessee,
And the pirate he'd help us drive the British to the sea.
Well the French told Andrew, "You had run
For Packenham's with a bullet 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 and we seed the British come
And there must have been a hundred of beating on the drum
They stepped so high and they their bugles ring
While we stood behind our cotton bales and didn't say a
Old Hickory we could take em by surprise
If we didn't fire a till we looked em in the eyes
We held our fire till we 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 bushes where a couldn't go
They ran so fast the couldn't catch em
Down the Mississippi to the of Mexico
Well we fired our cannons till the barrels down
So we grabbed an and we fought another round
We his head with minie balls and powdered his behind
And we touched the powder off, the 'gator lost his mind
They lost their pants and their shiny coats
And their tails was all like a bunch of billy goats.
They ran down the river with their tongues out
And they said got a lickin', which there wasn't any doubt.
Well we back to town in our dirty ragged pants
And we danced all night with the pretty from France;
We couldn't understand 'em, but they had the sweetest
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 just as as he could be,
He said the dying words of Packenham
Was, "You better quit your foolin' your cousin Uncle Sam."
Well, we'll march back home, but we'll be content
Till we Old Hick'ry the people's president.
And time we think about the bacon and the beans
We'll think the fun we had way down in New Orleans.
Warden Music Co., Inc.
recorded by Seeger, Jimmy Driftwood, and Johnny Horton
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