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Damn! This ol’ dude really knows his stuff! He reminds me of an old fella I bought some fish from at his hatchery near Alvarado TX. He was pushing 80 wearing a waterproof brown jumpsuit. In attempting to ‘splain to him why I wanted to stock the pond for fishing pictures, I said, “I’m a professional photographer and…” He cut me off saying, “Well, I’m a professional Biologist! so jes tell me what fish you want!” spitting out tobbaco juice. After making my selections, some bass, some perch etc. I told him that the huge Alligator Snapping Turtles were eating my fish and he said, “Once you dress out the meat, could you bring me some?” At that point his wife chimed in, “He really loves the way I make turtle soup!”
We have captured and relocated the big snappers from the pond now and these seemingly prehistoric critters are mighty impressive when they hit a stick with enough force to take off a few fingers. Around that same time I done heard about a big old snapper captured down Louisianna way that had a musket ball imbedded in his shell putting the beast’s age at upwards of 180 yrs. Maybe Ol’ Hickory shot him looking for some turtle soup to forage the troops on the way to kick Colonel Packingham’s Red Coats out of New Orleans. Turtles can’t tell their tales but old dudes can,
so listen close.
Turkle is good eatin’.
& that’s General Pakenham.
I think Roto’s misspelling was intentional, as if he had made a reference, for example, to Senator Bob Packingwood.
I think what he meant to write was, “Turtle meat tastes good”, I’ve never tried “Turkle” but if it’s packed with ham I’m sure it’s delicious.
Jimmy Driftwood adapted this song from the original sung by the boys directly after the battle when he was a high school principle and history teacher as a lively aid to teaching history. He won Song of the Year for it at the Grammy awards in 1960. This is how I heard it and learned every word. It was covered by other groups later and Johnny Horton won best country song for it. I think Paul Revere and The Raiders also made a cover. In a quirk of history, the war had ended by treaty by the time the heroic battle was fought. The mail was slow to bring the news. So if I got the facts wrong, blame Jimmy Driftwood.
Well, in eighteen and fourteen 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 near the town of 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 began to runnin’
down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.
Well, I see’d Mars Jackson walkin down the street
talkin’ to a pirate by the name of Jean LaFitte
He gave Jean a drink that he brung from Tennessee
and the pirate said he’d help us drive the British in the sea.
The French said Andrew, you’d better run,
for Packingham’s a comin’ with a bullet in his gun.
Old Hickory said he didn’t give a damn,
he’s gonna whip the britches off of Colonel Packingham!
(repeat, “We fired or guns etc.)
Well, we looked down the river and we see’d the British come,
and there must have been a hundred of ‘em beatin’ on the drum.
They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring
while we stood by our cotton bales and didn’t say a thing.
Old Hickory said we could take ‘em by surprise
if we didn’t fire a musket til we looked ‘em in the eyes.
We held our fire til we see’d their faces well,
then we opened up our squirrel guns and really gave ‘em hell!
Well, 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 tetched the powder off, the gator lost his mind.
Well, they ran through the briars and the ran through the brambles
and they ran through the bushes where a rabbit wouldn’t go.
They ran so fast the hounds couldn’t catch ‘em
down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico!
(This verse from memory, not in official record)
We marched into town in our dirty ragged pants,
and we danced all night with them pretty girls from France.
We couldn’t understand ‘em but they had the sweetest charms.
We understood ‘em better when we got ‘em in our arms!
We’ll march back home but we’ll never be content
’till we make Old Hickory the people’s President.
and every time we think about the bacon and the beans,
we’ll think about the fun we had way down in New Orleans!
Ain’t oral history great, Colonel Packingham?
I have no songs to recite, but this ol’ guy makes me think of my “rockhound” phase. Now I love the science as well, but that hall of minerals and gems at the Smithsonian still mesmerizes me for its amazingness of nature.
The drilling core library at the U. of Calgary is so large that the techs there can have fork lift races around the perimeter. They use fork lifts for moving the cores around, Eh.
For those of you who may want to know more about Cockeysville marble (I know I do):