In eighteen-fourteen we took a little trip
Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississipp'
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans
Fought the bloody British in the town of New Orleans

We fired our guns and the British kept a comin'
Wadn't night as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Well we looked down the river and we seen the British come
And there must've been a hubdred of 'em beatin' on the drum
Stepped so high and they began to sing
We stood beside the cotton bails and didn't say a thing

We fired our guns...

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
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Well we fired our cannon till the barrel melted down
Then we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round
We filled his head with cannonballs and powdered his behind
And when we took the powder off the 'gator lost his mind

We fired our guns...

Yeah they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go
Um pa pa pa um pa pa pa on down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Whoopie whoopie get in line there boys

We fired our guns...
Yeah they ran through the briars...
Ha ha you can't catch me can't catch me there redcoat