N&TION;-'L I s' on're read it in the rints, posey How Packenham attempt? To make old Hickory .lackson wince, But soon his schemes repented; For we with rifles ready cock'd, Thought such occasion lucky, And soon around the general fiock'd The hunters' of-Kentucky. Oh, Kentucky, &c. You've heard, I s'pose, how New' Orleans Is fam'd for wealth and beauty? There's girls of every hue it seems, From snowy-white .to sooty. So ?Packenham he made his brags, If he in fight was 'lucky, l:[e'd have the girls and cotton bags, In spite of old Kentucky, Oh, Kentucky, &c. But .lackson he was wide awake, And was?t scar'd at trifls? For well he knew what ahn we take With our Kentucky rifles; So he led us down to C?ress swamp, The ground was low and mueky, - There stood John Bull in martial pomp, And here w?z old ?tucky. Oh, Kentucl?y? A bank was.raised to hide our breast., Not that we thought oi ? dying, But that we always like to re. st, Unless the gme is flying: Behind it stood our l?ttle force-- None w?mh'd'?t to b? greater, Forevery m?.?ss half a horse, And half' an s?ligat?. Oh, Keutucky?
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