| G | C | /b | D/a | |
| Oh I | marched to the | battle | of | New Orleans |
| G | C | /b | D/a | |
| At the | end of the | early | British | war |
| G | C | Am | |
| The | young land started | gro | wing |
| F | Em | |
| The | young blood start | flowing |
| Am | C | D | |
| But | I ain't a-marching | anym | more |
| Am | G | |
| It's | always the old who | lead us to the war |
| C | Em | A | |
| Always the | young to | fall |
| C G /f# Em |
| Now look at all we've won with the saber and the gun |
| C | /b | Am | D | |
| Tell me is it | worth | it | all |