[Lyric] Traditional’s “The British Grenadiers” (Mr. Tress)

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 row


To the British Grenadiers



None of these ancient heroes ne’er saw a cannon ball

Nor knew the force of powder to slay their foes with all


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


Sing tow, row row row , row row row


For the British Grenadiers



When e’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 tow, row row row , row row row

For 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


Sing tow, row row row , row row row


For the British Grenadiers



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


Who carry caps and pouches, and wear the louped clouthes

May they and their commanders live happy all their years


Sing tow, row row row , row row row


For the British Grenadiers