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 wasn't 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 see'd 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 didn't say a thing We fired our guns, and the British kept a-coming There wasn't 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