It was March here when the surveyor came
He was only a boy of sixteen years
And he worked for four
To chart the colonial frontier
His office, on this corner of Cork and Braddock
Still stands today
But that militia colonel moved into a Fort
So he could defend our lives
Cannons cannons, oh, Loudon
Fired up to keep them at bay
The powder and lead would knock them all dead
It's Washington who knows the way
A statue of that spirited person
Remains firm on display
The cars keep floating by
It's like that time is late
Cannons cannons, oh, Loudon
Fired up to keep them at bay
The powder and lead would knock them all dead
It's Washington who knows
Cannons, cannons, oh, Loudon
Fired up to keep them at bay
The powder and lead would knock them all dead
It's Washington who knows the
Cannons, cannons, oh, Loudon
Fired up to keep them at bay
The powder and lead would knock them all dead
It's Washington who knows the way