The British Are Coming!

[Wylder Treejumper]

 

[Lady Ashenwyte]

*Shoots Wylder*

[Delthion]

*Throws up impenetrable barricades.*

[Hickory]

*does something stupid and totally reversible*

[Cornflower MM]

*Lauighs in delight* I remember this old topic! The things we used to get up to, eh, Jukka?

IKR?

Yes, definitely one of the Golden Topics!

[Izeroth]

In 1814 we took a little trip
Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans
And we caught the bloody British in a town in New Orleans

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 begin to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico


We looked down the river
And we see'd the British come
And there must have been a hundred of 'em
Beatin' on the drums
They stepped so high
And they made their bugles ring
We stood beside our cotton bales
And didn't say a thing

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 begin 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 eye
We held our fire
'Till we see'd their faces well
Then we opened up our squirrel guns
And really gave 'em - 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 begin to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Yeah, they ran through the briars
And they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes
Where a rabbit couldn't go
They ran so fast
That the hounds couldn't catch 'em
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

We fired our cannon 'til the barrel melted down
So we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round
We filled his head with cannon balls, 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 nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they begin to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Yeah, they ran through the briars
And they ran through the brambles
  And they ran through the bushes
Where a rabbit couldn't go
They ran so fast
That the hounds couldn't catch 'em
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Hut-two-three-four
Sound off, three-four
Hut-two-three-four
Sound off, three-four
Hut-two-three-four
Hut-two-three-four.

Gotta Love this song

Sorry to rain on your parade, but the battle of New Orleans was irrelevant. When the battle happened, the war had already ended anyway. Even if the British had taken New Orleans, they wouldn't have been able to keep it for more than a few weeks.

[LT Sandpaw]

So, still a good song, besides the British were defeated there, they never would have taken the town anyways.

I think there's a song about old Iron Sides as well, I should look it up

[Lady Ashenwyte]

*Shoots everybody*

[Izeroth]

*Melts Delthion's face*

[Delthion]

*Obliterates Izeroth.*

[Izeroth]

*Continues melting Delthion's face*

[Hickory]

*sighs*

[Lady Ashenwyte]

Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves!
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.

When Britain first, at heaven's command,
Arose from out the azure main,
This was the charter of the land,
And Guardian Angels sang this strain:



The nations not so blest as thee
Must, in their turn, to tyrants fall,
While thou shalt flourish great and free:
The dread and envy of them all.


Still more majestic shalt thou rise,
More dreadful from each foreign stroke,
As the loud blast that tears the skies
Serves but to root thy native oak.



Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame;
All their attempts to bend thee down
Will but arouse thy generous flame,


To thee belongs the rural reign;
Thy cities shall with commerce shine;
All thine shall be the subject main,
And every shore it circles, thine.



The Muses, still with freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coasts repair.
Blest isle! with matchless beauty crowned,
And manly hearts to guard the fair.


Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves!
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.

[LT Sandpaw]

Neat song, is that a military chant or a song?

[SilentSam]

I am a Quaker.