In eighteen fourteen, we took a little trip, along with Colonel Jackson down that mighty Mississip. 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 a-comin, wasn’t quite as many as many as there was a while ago. Fired once more and they began a-runnin, down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico! 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 that the hounds couldn’t catch ’em, down that Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico!