Текст песни The Battle of New Orleans - Mormon Tabernacle Choir feat. Jerold D. Ottley

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 bloomin' British in the town of New Orleans

We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin'
There wasn't half as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Well, we looked down the river 'til we see'd the British go
There must have been a hundred of 'em, figured on the toe
They stacked so high and they didn't think it was wrong
We stuck beside our cotton bales and didn't say a word

We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin'
There wasn't half as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

If we said we could take 'em by surprise
If we didn't fire our muskets 'til we looked 'em in the eyes
We held our fire 'til we see'd their faces glow
Then we opened up our squirrel guns and really gave 'em a blow

Well, we fired our guns and the British kept a-comin'
There wasn't half as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

So they ran through the wires and they ran through the barrels
And they ran through the bushes where the mammals didn't go
They jumped so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

They lost their hats and their pretty shiny coats
And their tails were all a-showin' like a bunch of billy goats
They ran down the river with their tongues a-hangin' out
And they said they'd got a lickin' of which there wasn't any doubt

We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin'
There wasn't half as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Well, we marched back to town in our dirty ragged pants
And we danced so all night with the pretty girls and prance
We couldn't understand them, but they had the sweetest charms
And they understood us better once we got them in our arms

We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin'
There wasn't half as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

We'll march right home, but we'll never be content
'Til we lay low, hickory, for April's president
And every time we think about the bacon and the beans
We'll think about the fun we had from down in New Orleans

We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin'
There wasn't half as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico