SOME TALK of Alexander, and some of Hercules,
Of Hector and Lysander, and some of Meltiades.
But of all the world’s brave heros, there’s none that can compare
With a tow row row row row
To the British grenadiers
Now none of these ancient heros ever saw a cannon ball
Or knew the force of powder to slay their foes withal,
But our brave boys do now them and banish all their fears
With a tow row row row row
To the British grenadiers
Whenever we are commanded to storm the palisades
Our leaders march with fusils and we with hand grenades
We hurl them from the glacis, about our enemies’ ears
With a tow row row row row
To the British grenadiers
The God of War was pleased and great Bellona smiles
To see these noble heroes of our British Isles
And all the Gods celestial, descending from their spheres,
Beheld with adoration
The British grenadiers
Now let us crown 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
To the British grenadiers
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