Today New Orleans Celebrate Virgin Mary's Help In Whipping the British With Mass Celebrated For Two Hundred Years - Our Lady of Prompt Succor

This is pretty cool and I almost forgot this was happening were it not a for a twitter friend. See Join Us for the 198th Celebration of OLPS which talks about 198th Eucharistic Celebration of the Solemnity of
Our Lady of Prompt Succor and the history behind it.

At the risk of causing a Catholic blog diplomatic incident the lyrics of that certain controversial song  ( Our Lady of Prompt Succor Patroness of Louisiana Pray for Us )

The Battle of New Orleans

(arr. J. Driftwood)

Johnny Horton

Pop Chart # 1 Apr. 27, 1959

Album: 16 Biggest Hits

Columbia Legacy Records CK 69971

(banjo intro)

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

(One-two-three, with a-one-two-three)

We looked down a river

(Hut-two)

And we see'd the British come

(Three-four)

And there must have been a hundred of'em

(Hut-two)

Beatin' on the drums

(Three-four)

They stepped so high

(Hut-two)

And they made their bugles ring

(Three-four)

We stood by our cotton bales

(Hut-two)

And didn't say a thing

(Two-three-four)

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

(One-hut, two-three-four)

If we didn't fire our muskets

(One-hut, two-three-four)

'Till we looked 'em in the eye

(One-hut, two-three-four)

We held our fire

(Hut, two-three-four)

'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

(One-hup-two)

And they ran through the brambles

(Hup-two-three-four)

And they ran through the bushes

(Hup-two)

Where the rabbit couldn't go

(Hup-two-three-four)

They ran so fast

(Hup-two)

That the hounds couldn't catch 'em

(One-two-three-four)

On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

(One-two, hup-two-three-four)

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

(Hup-one-two)

And they ran through the brambles

(One-two-three-four)

And they ran through the bushes

(Hup-two)

Where the rabbit couldn't go

(Hup-two-three-four)

They ran so fast

(Hup-two)

That the hounds couldn't catch 'em

(One-two-three-four)

On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

(One-two, hup-two-three-four)

Hut-two-three-four

Sound off, three-four

Hut-two-three-four

Sound off, three-four

Hut-two-three-four

Hut-two-three-four.