In eighteen-fourteen we took a little trip Along with Colonel Jackson down the might Mississipp' We took a little bacon and we took a little beans And we caught the bloody British in the town of New Orleans
We fired our guns and the British kept a comin' There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago We fired once more and they began to runnin' On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
We looked down the river and we seed the British come And there must've been a hundred of 'em beatin' on the drum They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring We stood beside our cotton bales, didn't say a thing
We fired . . .
Old Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise If we didn't fire muskets till we looked 'em in the eye We held our fire till we seed their faces well Then we opened up our squirrel guns and really gave 'em well
We fired . . .
Yeah they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
We fired our cannon till the barrel melted down So we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round We filled his head with cannonballs and powdered his behind And when we touched the powder off the 'gator lost his mind