BATTLE OF NEW ORLEANS

Well, in 18 /and/ 14, we took a little trip
Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Missisip
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans
And we met the bloody British in the town of New Orleans
       We fired our guns and the British kept a
      [bad word] 
       There wasn't nigh as many as there was
       a while ago
       We fired once more and they began a
      [bad word]        /From/ Down the Mississippi to the Gulf
       of Mexico

/Well, I seed Marse [bad word] a-walkin' down the street
And a-talkin' to a pirate by the name of Jean Lafitte;
He gave Jean a drink that he [bad word] from Tennessee,
And the pirate said he'd help us drive the British to the sea.
Well the French told Andrew, You had [bad word] For Packenham's [bad word]  with a bullet in his gun.
Old Hickory said he didn't give a [bad word] He's a-gonna whup the britches off of Colonel Packenham./

Well, we looked down the river and we seed the [bad word] /Well, we eye-balled the river and we see the [bad word] /
And there must have been a hundred of them beating on the [bad word] They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring
While we stood behind our cotton bales and didn't say a thing
 We fired our guns…

Old Hickory said we /can/ could take ‘em by surprise
If we didn't fire a musket till we looked ‘em in the eyes
We held our fire till we seed their face well
Then we opened up our squirrel guns and really gave ‘em well..
 We fired our guns…

Well 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 the hounds couldn't catch ‘em
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
 
Well we fired our cannons till the barrels melted down
So we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round
We filled his head with /minie/ cannons’ balls and powdered his behind
And when we touched the powder off, the 'gator lost his mind
/ So we grabbed an alligator and we turned his tail around
We stuffed his head with cannon balls and powdered his behind
And when we lit the fuse that old gator blew his mind/
 We fired our guns…

/They lost their pants and their pretty shiny coats
And their tails was all a-showin' like a bunch of billy goats.
They ran down the river with their tongues a-hanging out
And they said they got a lickin', which there wasn't any doubt.
Well we marched back to town in our dirty ragged pants
And we danced all night with the pretty girls from France;
We couldn't understand 'em, but they had the sweetest charms
And we understood 'em better when we got 'em in our arms.
Well, the guide who [bad word] the British from the [bad word] a-limping into camp just as sick as he could be,
He said the dying words of Colonel Packenham
Was, You better quit your foolin' with your cousin Uncle Sam.
Well, we'll march back home, but we'll never be content
Till we make Old Hick'ry the people's president.
And every time we think about the bacon and the beans
We'll think about the fun we had way down in New Orleans./