Battle Of New Orleans

Battle Of New Orleans - Lonnie Donegan

Well this here's the story about the Battle of New Orleans

Which was fit between the Yankees of course

And them there English people

In which the British came off rather ignominiously

Well in 1814 we took a little trip

Along the Colonel Packenham

Down the mighty Mississipp

We took a little bacon and we took a little beans

And we fought the bloomin'

British in the town of New Orleans

Well we fired our guns and the British kept a comin'

There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago

We fired once more and they began a running

On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Well we looked down the river

Till we see the British come

There must have been a hundred

Of 'em beatin' on the drum

They stepped so high and they

Made the bugles ring

Well we stood beside our cotton

Bales and never said a thing

We fired our guns and the British kept a comin'

There wasn't 'bout as many as there was awhile ago

We fired once more and they began to runnin'

On down the Mississippi to the gulf of Mexico

Old hickory said we could take 'em by surprise

If we didn't fire our muskets till

We looked 'em in the eyes

We held our fire till we seen their faces well

Then we opened up our squirrel

Guns and gave 'em a little well we

Fired our guns and the British kept a comin'

There wasn't 'bout as many as there was awhile ago

We fired once more and they began to runnin'

On down the Mississippi to the gulf of Mexico

Well they ran through the briars and they ran

Through the brambles

And they ran through the bushes

Where the rabbits couldn't go

They ran so fast that

The hounds couldn't catch 'em

All down the Mississippi

To the Gulf of Mexico

Well we fired our guns and the British kept a comin'

There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago

We fired once more and they began a running

On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

We fired our cannons till the barrels melted down

Then we grabbed an alligator and

We fired another round

We filled his head with cannonballs

And powdered his behind

And when we touched the powder off

The gator lost his mind

We fired our guns and the British kept a comin'

There wasn't 'bout as many as there was awhile ago

We fired once more and they began to runnin'

On down the Mississippi to the gulf of Mexico

On down the Mississippi to the gulf of Mexico

On down the Mississippi to the gulf of Mexico

On down the Mississippi to the gulf of Mexico

On down the Mississippi to the gulf of Mexico