Lyrics:
In eighteen-fourteen we took a little tripAlong with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississipp'We took a little bacon and we took a little beansAnd we fought the bloody British in the town of New OrleansWe fired our guns and the British kept a comin'There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while agoWe fired once more and they began to runnin'On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of MexicoWe looked down the river and we seed the British comeAnd there must've been a hundred of 'em beatin' on the drumThey stepped so high and made their bugles singWe stood beside our cotton bails and didn't say a thingWe fired our guns...Old Hickory said we could take 'em by surpriseIf we didn't fire our muskets till we looked 'em in the eyesWe held our fire till we seed their faces wellThen we opened up our squirrel guns and really gave 'em hellWe fired our guns...Yeah they ran through the briars and they ran through the bramblesAnd they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't goThey ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'emOn down the Mississippi to the Gulf of MexicoWell we fired our cannon till the barrel melted downThen we grabbed an alligator and we fought another roundWe filled his head with cannonballs and powdered his behindAnd when we touched the powder off the 'gator lost his mindWe fired our guns...They ran through the briars...