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Well, in eighteen-fourteen 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 at the town of New Orleans. [Chorus] We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin' There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago We fired once more and they all began a-runnin' Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico Well we eye-balled the river and we see the Limeys come Musta been a hunnert of 'em beatin' on a drum And then they stepped so high and they made the bugles ring We hid behind our cotton bales and didn't say a thing [Chorus] We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin' There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago We fired once more and they all began a-runnin' Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico Now, Old Hickory says we can take 'em by surprise If we don't shoot our wads 'til we look 'em in the eyes So we held off our fire 'til we see them real well Then we opened up our squirrel guns and really gave 'em hell From Letras Mania