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 wasnt 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 seed 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 didnt say a thing.
We fired our guns, and the British kept a-coming
There wasnt 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.