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, 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 tow, row, row, row, row, row,

For the British Grenadiers.

Whene'er we are commanded

To storm the palisades,

Our leaders march with fusees,

And we with hand grenades.

We throw them from the glacis,

About the enemies' ears.

Sing tow, row, row, row, row, row,

The British Grenadiers.

And when the siege is over,

We to the town repair.

The townsmen cry, "Hurrah, boys,

Here comes a Grenadier!

Here come the Grenadiers, my boys,

Who know no doubts or fears!"

Then sing tow, row, row, row, row, row,

The British Grenadiers.

Then let us fill a bumper,

And drink a health to those

Who carry caps and pouches,

And wear the loupèd clothes.

May they and their commanders

Live happy all their years.

With a tow, row, row, row, row, row,

For the British Grenadiers.