Fields was particularly jubilant over their success, as he had a right to be.

The day before he could look forward only to his own execution.

Now he was free and victorious.

Exultantly he hummed: You've heard, I s'pose, of New Orleans, It's famed for youth and beauty; There are girls of every hue, it seems, From snowy white to sooty.
Now Packenham has made his brags, If he that day was lucky, He'd have the girls and cotton bags In spite of Old Kentucky.
But Jackson, he was wide awake, And was not scared at trifles, For well he knew Kentucky's boys, With their death-dealing rifles.
He led them down to cypress swamp, The ground was low and mucky; There stood John Bull in martial pomp, And here stood old Kentucky.
"Pretty good song, that of yours," said the Panther approvingly.

"Where did you get it ?" "From my father," replied Fields.