ession:

"Oh hab you nebber heerd ob de battle ob Orleens,
Where de dandy Yankee lads gave de Britishers de beans;
Oh de Louisiana boys dey did it pretty slick,
When dey cotch ole Packenham and rode him up a creek.
Wee my zippy dooden dooden dooden, dooden dooden dey,
Wee my zippy dooden dooden dooden, dooden dooden dey.

"Oh yes, send Secretary to me at eleven or twelve to-night, I'll be in
tune then, jist about up to concart pitch. I'll smoke with him, or drink
with him, or swap stories with him, or wrastle with him, or make a fool
of him, or lick him, or any thing he likes; and when I've done, I'll
rise up, tweak the fore-top-knot of my head by the nose, bow pretty, and
say 'Remember me, your honour? Don't forget the tip?' Lord, how I long
to walk into some o' these chaps, and give 'em the beans! and I will
yet afore I'm many days older, hang me if I don't. I shall bust, I do
expect; and if I do, them that ain't drownded will be scalded, I know.
Chah!--chah!

"Oh de British name is Bull, and de French name is Frog,
And noisy critters too, when a braggin' on a log,--
But I is an alligator, a floatin' down stream.
And I'll chaw both the bullies up, as I would an ice-cream:
Wee my zippy dooden dooden dooden, dooden dooden dee,
Wee my zippy dooden dooden dooden, dooden dooden dee.

"Yes, I've been pent up in that drawer-like lookin' berth, till I've
growed like a pine-tree with its branches off--straight up and down. My
legs is like a pair of compasses that's got wet; they are rusty on the
hinges, and won't work. I'll play leapfrog up the street, over every
feller's head, till I get to the Liners' Hotel; I hope I may be shot if
I don't. Jube, you villain, stand still there on the deck, and hold up
stiff, you nigger. Warny once--warny twice--warny three times; now I
come."

And he ran forward, and putting a hand on each shoulder, jumped over
him.

"Turn round agin, you young sucking Satan, you; and don't give one mite
or morsel, or you might 'break massa's precious neck,' p'raps. Warny
once--warny twice--warny three times."

And he repeated the feat again.

"That's the way I'll shin it up street, with a hop, skip and a jump.
Won't I make Old Bull stare, when he finds his head under my coat tails,
and me jist makin' a lever of him? He'll think he has run foul of a
snag, _I_ know. Lord, I'll shack right over their heads, as they do over
a colonist; only when they do, they never