In Eighteen Hundred-One

The Revolution had been won,

And Uncle Sam's favorite son

Had a job he needed done;

Which brought Jack to a lady

Both beauiful and smart

Who found his mix intriguing

A scoundrel with a heart!

From the halls of Montezuma

To the shores of Tripoli

There was never a leatherneck braver

A daring dragoon as he

He'll halt the bold advance

Of Napoleon's attack

There ain't a French or pirate rogue

Who don't know Jack!

From the halls of Montezuma

To the shores of Tripoli

Sail around the bloody world

To defend democracy,

And when you need a fighting man

To trust and watch your back,

Just ask the bloke right next to you.

Damn right! It's Jack!