The British Grenadiers

Some talk of Alexander, and some of Hercules

Of Hector and Lysander, and such great names as these

But of all the world's great heroes, there's none that can compare

With a tow, row, row and a row, row, row, to the British Grenadiers

Those heroes of antiquity ne'er saw a cannon ball

Or knew the force of powder to slay their foes withal

But our brave boys do know it, and banish all their fears

Sing a tow, row, row and a row, row, row, for the British Grenadiers

Whene'er we are commanded to storm the palisades

Our leaders march with fuses, and we with hand grenades

We throw them from the glacis, about the enemies' ears

Sing a tow, row, row and a row, row, row, for the British Grenadiers

And when the siege is over, we to the town repair

The townsmen cry, hurra, boys, here comes a Grenadier

Here come the Grenadiers, my boys, who know no doubts or fears

Sing tow, row, row and a row, row, row, for the British Grenadiers

Then let us fill a bumper, and drink a health to those

Who carry caps and pouches, and wear the loupe clothes

May they and their commanders live happy all their years

Sing a tow, row, row and a row, row, row, for the British Grenadiers