1815 átti þetta aðvitað að vera.

Já, Kanar eru mjög stoltir af þessum sigri. Man eftir lagi um þetta sem Johnny Cash söng. (Við Íslendingar þekkjum lagið sem “Við gefumst aldrei upp þó móti blási”) …

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 Lafayette [pronounced La-feet]
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 dang,
he's gonna whip the britches off of Colonel Packingham.

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, 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 with squirrel guns and really gave a yell.

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, 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 they tetched the powder off, the gator lost his mind.

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.

We fired our guns and the British kept a'comin,
But 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, 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 the hounds couldn't catch ‘em
down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

We fired our guns and the British kept a’comin.
But 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.

er þetta ekki líka myndin um Mel Gibson , fjallar hún ekki um þetta , 1 af mínum uppáhlds myndum btw. :')

Hahaha, þessi mynd minnir mig á frásögn eins bresk leigubílstjóra sem ég hitti í sumar.

einhver forfaðir hans hafi alist upp í sárri fátækt í London og þegar hann hafði aldur til fór hann á sjóinn. Eftir nokkur ár á sjónum heyrði hann að það væri mjög vel borgað fyrir að komast með birgðir til New orleans sem þá var hersetin af nýlenduhernum.

Hann keypti ýmsar birgðir fyrir allann sparnaðinn sinn, komst í gegnum herkví nýlenduhersins og seldi allar vörurnar fyrir það mikinn pening að hann varð ríkur maður á þeirra tíma skala. Hann dvaldi þar á hóteli en einn dansarinn þar átti að vera fegursta stúlka í New Orleans. Eftir 3 mánuði fór hann með hana til Englands þar sem þau giftust og keyptu sér hús.
Fyrir peninginn sem hann átti hefði hann getað opnað eigin búð en nei, hann keypti aftur fullt af birgðum, sigldi yfir Atlantshaf og komst á einhvern óútskýranlegan hátt aftur í gegnum herkvínna. Þegar hann var búinn að selja vörurnar hefði hann ekki þurft að vinna aftur handtak á ævi sinni, hann var forríkur. Hann snéri aftur til Englands og stofnaði þar sjúkraheimili sem tók á móti gömlum hermönnum og var hann frumkvöðull á gervöllum Bretlandseyjum á því sviði.
Hann dvaldist núna í svoldin tíma á Englandi og eignaðist börn með konunni sinni en nei, hann keypti aftur birgðir og sigldi yfir hafið! En í þetta skipti náðu nýlenduhermennirnir honum og hengdu hann fyrir framan borgina til viðvörunar.

Fkn bandaríska stjórninn í nútímanum, á örugglega eftir að eyðilegja framtíð mannkynsins. bara svona að koma þessu úr mér =D