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 the town of New Orleans 

We fired our guns and the British kept [bad word]  
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago 
We fired once more and they began [bad word]  
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico 

We looked down the river and we seed the [bad word] 
And there must've been a hundred of 'em beatin' on the [bad word] 
They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring 
We stood beside our cotton bales, 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 . .