In 1814, we took a little trip

Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip'.

We took a little bacon and we took a little beans

And we caught the bloody British in a town in New Orleans.



We fired our guns and the British kept a-coming

There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago.

We fired once more, and they began to running,

On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.



We looked down the river and we see'd the British come

and there musta' been a hundred of 'em beating on the drum.

They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring

We stood beside our cotton bales and didn't say a thing.



We fired our guns, and the British kept a-coming

There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago.

We fired once more and they began to running,

On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.