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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 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 kept a
There wasn't as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and began a running
Down the to the Gulf of Mexico
Well, I seed Marse Jackson a-walkin' down the street
And a-talkin' to a pirate by the of Jean Lafitte;
He gave Jean a that he brung from Tennessee,
And the said he'd help us drive the British to the sea.
Well the told Andrew, "You had better run
For Packenham's with a bullet in his gun."
Old Hickory he didn't give a damn
He's a-gonna the britches off of Colonel Packenham.
Well, we looked down the river and we seed the British
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 cotton bales and say a thing
Old Hickory said we could take em by
If we didn't fire a musket till we em in the eyes
We held our fire till we seed face well
Then we opened up our squirrel guns and gave em well..
Well 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 to the Gulf 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 touched the powder off, the 'gator his mind
They lost their and their pretty shiny coats
And their tails was all like a bunch of billy goats.
They ran down the river with their 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 the pretty girls from France;
We couldn't understand 'em, but they had the sweetest
And we 'em better when we got 'em in our arms.
Well, the guide who brung the British the sea
Come a-limping camp just as sick as he could be,
He said the words of Colonel Packenham
Was, "You better quit foolin' with your cousin Uncle Sam."
Well, we'll march back home, but never be content
we make Old Hick'ry the people's president.
And every time we think about the and the beans
think about the fun we had way down in New Orleans.
Copyright Music Co., Inc.
by Pete Seeger, Jimmy Driftwood, and Johnny Horton
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