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.
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,
With a tow, row row row, 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 louped clothes.
May they and their commanders live happy all their years.
Sing tow, row row row, row row row,
For the British Grenadiers.
