เพลง : The Battle Of New Orleans
ศิลปิน : Johnny Horton

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 near the town
of New Orleans.
We fired our guns and
the British kept a-comin'
There wasn't nigh as many
as there was awhile ago
We fired once more
and they began a-runnin'
On down the Mississippi
to the Gulf of Mexico
We looked down the river
And we seen the British come
And there must have
been a hundred of'em
Beating on a drum
They stepped so high
And they made the bugles ring
We stood beside'our cotton
fields And didn't say a thing
We fired our guns and
the British kept a-comin'
There wasn't nigh as many
as there was awhile ago
We fired once more
and they began a-runnin'
On down the Mississippi
to the Gulf of Mexico
Old Hickory said we'd
take 'em by surprise
If we didn't fire our muskets
Till we looked 'em in the eyes
We held our fire
till we see their faces, well,
then we opened up our squirrel
guns and really gave 'em, well
We fired our guns and
the British kept a-comin'
There wasn't nigh as many
as there was awhile ago
We fired once more
and they began a-runnin'
On down the Mississippi
to the Gulf of Mexico
They ran through the briars
And they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes
Where a rabbits 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 cannon balls
and powdered his behind
And when we touched the powder off
The alligator lost his mind
We fired our guns and
the British kept a-comin'
There wasn't nigh as many
as there was awhile ago
We fired once more
and they began a-runnin'
On down the Mississippi
to the Gulf of Mexico
They ran through the briars
And they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes
Where a rabbits couldn't go
They ran so fast
That the hounds couldn't catch'em
On down the Mississippi
to the Gulf of Mexico.
Hup, hip, trip, four. Sound
Hup, hip, trip, four.