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 a 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 bugals ring

We stood beside our cotton bails and 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



We fired . . .



They ran . . .