Lyrics:

In eighteen-fourteen we took a little tripAlong with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip'We took a little bacon and we took a little beansAnd we caught the bloody British in a town in 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 seen the British comeAnd there must have been a hundred of 'em beatin' on the drumThey stepped so high and they made their bugles ringWe stood beside our cotton bales and didn't say a thingWe 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 MexicoOld Hick'ry said we could take 'em by surpriseIf we didn't fire our muskets 'til we looked 'em in the eyeWe held our fire 'til we seen their faces wellThen we opened up our squirrel guns and really gave 'em wellWe 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 MexicoYeah, 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 MexicoWe fired our cannon 'til the barrel melted downSo we grabbed an alligator and we fought another roundWe filled his head with cannon balls and powdered his behindAnd when we touched the