Lyr. Add: We're Marching Down to New Orleans

We're marching down to New Orleans
Where the drums are beatin' lively,
The American Boys have gained the day,
An' the British soldiers retreating.

The war's over and we'll turn back
To the place where we first started,
We'll open up the ring an' choose a couple in
To relieve the broken-hearted.

But every time I ride that road
It looks so dark an' cloudy,
An' every time I see that gal
I stop an' tell her howdy!

Randolph, Ozark Folksongs, vol. 3, no. 519, pp. 296-297, Version B. Springfield, MO, Miss Rena Smithers.
Possibly from War of 1812 or the Civil War; possibly location shifted to one more familiar.