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 withal
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