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