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IN EIGHTEENFORTEEN WE TOOK A LITTLE TRIPALONG WITH COLONEL JACKSON DOWN THE MIGHTY MISSISSIP`WE TOOK A LITTLE BACON AND WE TOOK A LITTLE BEANSAND WE FOUGHT THE BLOODY BRITISHIN THE TOWN OF NEW ORLEANSWE FIRED OUR GUNSAND THE BRITISH KEPT A-COMINGBUT THERE WASN`T NIGH AS MANYAS THERE WAS A WHILE AGOWE FIRED ONCE MORE AND THEY BEGAN TO RUNNINGDOWN THE MISSISSIPPI TO THE GULF OF MEXICOWE LOOKED DOWN THE RIVER TILL WE SAW THE BRITISH COMETHERE MUST HAVE BEEN A HUNDRED OF THEM BEATING ON A DRUMTHEY STEPPED SO HIGH AND THEY MADE THEIR BUGLES RINGWHILE WE STOOD BESIDE THE COTTON BOLESAND DID`NT SAY A THINGWE FIERD OUR GUNS ...OLD HICKORY SAID WE COULD TAKE EM BY SURPRISEIF WE DIDN`T FIRE OUR MUSKETSTILL WE LOOKED THEM IN THE EYESWE HELD OUR FIRE `TLL WE SEEN THEIR FACES WELLTHEN WE OPENED UP OUR SQUIRREL GUNSAND WE REALLY GAVE EM WELL.WE FIRED OUR GUNS ...WELL THEY RUN THROUGH THE BRIARSAND THEY RUN THROUGH THE BRAMBLESAND THEY RAN THROUGH BUSHESWHERE A RABBIT COULDN`T GOTHEY RAN SO FAST THAT THE HOUNDS COULD`NT CATCH EMDOWN THE MISSISSIPPI TO THE GULF OF MEXICOWE FIRED OUR CANNON `TILL THE BARREL MELTED DOWNTHEN WE GRABBED AN ALLIGATORAND WE FOUGHT ANOTHER ROUNDWE FILLED HIS HEAD WITH CONNON BALLSAND POWERED HIS BEHINDAND WHEN WE TOUCHED THE POWDER OFFTHE `GATOR LOST HIS MIND
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