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The Battle of New Orleans Pete Seeger (Jimmy Driftwood; tune: Eighth of January, trad.) Lyrics from http://www.songlyrics.com/seeger-pete/battle-of-new-orleans-lyrics/ Verse 1:

^GWell, in 18 and 14, we ^Ctook a little trip ^DAlong with Col. Jackson down the m^Gighty Mississip' We t^Gook a little bacon & we t^Cook a little beans And we ^Dmet the bloddy British near the ^Gtown of New Orleans

Chorus 1:

We ^Gfired our guns & the British kept a-comin' ^GThere wasn't nigh as many as they ^Dwas a while ag^Go We ^Gfired once more and they began a run-ning ^GDown the MIssissippi to the ^DGulf of Mexi^Gco

Verse 2:

^GWell I see'd Marse Jackson come a-^Cwalkin' down the street And a-t^Dalking to a pirate by the n^Game of Jean Lafitte He g^Gave Jean a drink that he'd b^Crung from Tennessee And the ^Dpirate said he'd help us drive the ^GBritish to the sea

Verse 3:

^GWell the French told Andrew "^CYou had better run 'For ^DPackenham's a-comin' with a b^Gullet in his gun" Old ^GHickory said he ^Cdidn't give a damn He's a-^Dgonna whup the britches off of Col. ^GPackenham

Verse 4:

^GWell,we looked down the river & we ^Cseed the British come And there ^Dmust have been a hundred of 'em ^Gbeatin' on the drum They s^Gtepped so high and they m^Cade their bugles ring While we ^Dstood beside our cotton bales & ^Gdidn't say a thing

Verse 5:

Old ^GHickory said we could ^Ctake em by surprise If we ^Ddidn't fire a musket till we ^Glooked 'em in the eyes We ^Gheld our fire til we s^Ceed their faces well Then we ^Dopened up our squirrel guns & ^Greally gave 'em well..

Chorus 2:

Well they ^Gran thru the briars & they ran thru the brambles And they ^Gran thru the bushes where a ^Drabbit couldn'^Gt go They ^Gran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em ^GDown the Mississippi to the ^DGulf of Mexic^Go

Verse 6:

Well we ^Gfired our cannons till the ^Cbarrels melted down So we ^Dgrabbed an alligator and we ^Gfought another round We f^Gilled his head with minie balls and ^Cpowdered his behind And when we ^Dtouched the powder off, the 'g^Gator lost his mind

Verse 7:

They ^Glost their pants & their ^Cpretty shiny coats And their ^Dtails wer all a-showin' like a ^Gbunch of billy goats They ^Gran down the river til their ^Ctongues were hangin' out And they ^Dsaid they got a lickin' which there ^Gwasn't any doubt

Verse 8:

Well ^Gwe marched back to town in our ^Cdirty ragged pants And we ^Ddanced all night with them ^Gpretty firls from France We ^Gcouldn't understand 'em but they ^Chad the sweetest charms And we ^Dunderstood 'em better when we ^Ggot 'em in our arms

Verse 9:

Well the ^Gguide who brung the ^CBritish from the sea Came a-^Dlimpin' into camp just as ^Gsick as he could be He ^Gsaid the dyin' words of C^Col. Packenham Was "Y^Dou'd better quit foolin' with your ^Gcousin Uncle Sam'

Verse 10:

Well, we'll ^Gmarch back home, but ^Cwe'll never be content Till we ^Dmake Old Hick'ry the ^Gpeople's president. And ^Gevery time we think about the ^Cbacon and the beans We'll ^Dthink about the fun we had ^Gway down in New Orleans.

Pete Seeger - The battle of new orleans