We fired our cannon ‘til 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 gator lost his mind
We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin’...
We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin’...
There wasn’t bout as many as there was a pot of gold, we fired once more and they began a’runnin, on down the Mississippi to the gulf of mexico