JACKSON AT NEW ORLEANS And came, with Gibbs to head it, With proud and joyous glance, Cried, "Children of the tartan Bold Highlanders - advance! Advance to scale the breastworks, And drive them from their hold, And show the stainless courage That marked your sires of old!" His voice as yet was ringing, And earth seemed all aflame. The doom of men to speak? It is the Baratarian, The fearless Dominique. Down through the marshalled Scotsmen The step of death is heard, And by the fierce tornado Falls half the Ninety-third. The smoke passed slowly upward Fades earth and all its scenes; The man of Salamanca Lies dead at New Orleans. But where were his lieutenants? He led it up our ramparts, Our captives some; some slaughtered, The stormers had retreated, The bloody work was o'er; The feet of the invaders Were soon to leave our shore. We rested on our rifles And talked about the fight, For well our men remembered And trust in Jackson's name; In answer to our shouting He passed upon his bay. And shrunken in each limb, The swamps of Alabama Had done their work on him; But spite of that and fasting, And hours of sleepless care, The soul of Andrew Jackson Shone forth in glory there. 325 THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH. JACKSON AT NEW ORLEANS HEAR through the morning drums and trumpets sounding, Rumbling of cannon, tramp of mighty armies; Then the mist sunders, all the plain disclosing Scarlet for England. Batteries roll on, halt, and flashing lightnings Search out our earthworks, silent and por tentous. Fierce on our right with crimson banners tossing Their lines spring forward. Lanyards in hand, Americans and seamen, Gunners from warships, Lafitte's privateers men, THE CONSTITUTION'S LAST FIGHT And for the opportunity Conceive yourselves quite lucky, For 't is but seldom that you see A hunter from Kentucky. Oh! Kentucky, The hunters of Kentucky. We are a hardy free-born race, Each man to fear a stranger; Whate'er the game, we join in chase, Despising toil and danger: And if a daring foe annoys, Whate'er his strength or force is, We'll show him that Kentucky boys Are Alligator-horses. I s'pose you've read it in the prints, Thought such occasion lucky, I s'pose you've heard how New Orleans So Pakenham he made his brags He'd have their gals and cotton bags, But Jackson he was wide awake, So he led us down to Cypress Swamp, We raised a bank to hide our breasts, Unless the game is flying: And half an alligator. They did n't let our patience tire Before they show'd their faces; We did n't choose to waste our fire, But snugly kept our places; And when so near we saw them wink, We thought it time to stop 'em, It would have done you good, I think, To see Kentuckians drop 'em. 327 They found, at length, 't was vain to fight, Remember what our trade is; The hunters of Kentucky. Another useless action, but a most remarkable one, was fought by the famous old Constitution, near Madeira, on February 20, 1815. On the afternoon of that day she sighted and overhauled the British 32-gun frigate Cyane and the 20-gun sloop Levant. She attacked them simultaneously, and after a fierce fight compelled them both to surrender. THE CONSTITUTION'S LAST FIGHT [February 20, 1815] A YANKEE ship and a Yankee crew Constitution, where ye bound for? Wherever, my lad, there's fight to be had Acrost the Western ocean. Our captain was married in Boston town And sailed next day to sea; For all must go when the State says so; Blow high, blow low, sailed we. "Now, what shall I bring for a bridal gift "There's never a prize on sea or land Could bring such joy to me As my true love sound and homeward bound The Western ocean is wide and deep, |