The Battle Of New Orleans

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The Battle of New Orleans
Pete Seeger 
(Jimmy Driftwood; tune: Eighth of January, trad.)

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Verse 1:
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Well, in 18 and 14, we took a little trip
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Along with Col. Jackson down the mighty Mississip'
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We took a little bacon & we took a little beans
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And we met the bloddy British near the town of New Orleans

Chorus 1:
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We fired our guns & the British kept a-comin'
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There wasn't nigh as many as they was a while ago
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We fired once more and they began a run-ning
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Down the MIssissippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Verse 2:
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Well I see'd Marse Jackson come a-walkin' down the street
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And a-talking to a pirate by the name of Jean Lafitte
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He gave Jean a drink that he'd brung from Tennessee
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And the pirate said he'd help us drive the British to the sea

Verse 3:
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Well the French told Andrew "You had better run
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'For Packenham's a-comin' with a bullet in his gun"
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Old Hickory said he didn't give a damn
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He's a-gonna  whup the britches off of Col. Packenham

Verse 4:
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Well,we looked down the river & we seed the British come
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And there must have been a hundred of 'em beatin' on the drum
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They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring
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While we stood beside our cotton bales & didn't say a thing

Verse 5:
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Old Hickory said we could take em by surprise
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If we didn't fire a musket till we looked 'em in the eyes
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We held our fire til we seed their faces well
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Then we opened up our squirrel guns & really gave 'em well..

Chorus 2:
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Well they ran thru the briars & they ran thru the brambles
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And they ran thru the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go
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They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em
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Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Verse 6:
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Well we fired our cannons till the barrels melted down
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So we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round
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We filled his head with minie balls and powdered his behind
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And when we touched the powder off, the 'gator lost his mind

Verse 7:
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They lost their pants & their pretty shiny coats
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And their tails wer all a-showin' like a bunch of billy goats
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They ran down the river til their tongues were hangin' out
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And they said they got a lickin' which there wasn't any doubt

Verse 8:
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Well we marched back to town in our dirty ragged pants
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And we danced all night with them pretty firls from France
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We couldn't understand 'em but they had the sweetest charms
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And we understood 'em better when we got 'em in our arms

Verse 9:
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Well the guide who brung the British from the sea
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Came a-limpin' into camp just as sick as he could be
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He said the dyin' words of Col. Packenham
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Was "You'd better quit foolin' with your cousin Uncle Sam'

Verse 10:
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Well, we'll march back home, but we'll never be content
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Till we make Old Hick'ry the people's president.
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And every time we think about the bacon and the beans
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We'll think about the fun we had way down in New Orleans.