Some talk of Alexander and some of Hercules,
Of Hector and Lysander and such great men 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 never saw a cannon ball
Or knew the force of powder to sway their foes withal
But our brave boys do know it and banish all their fears,
With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, to the British Grenadiers.
When e'er we are commanded to storm the palisades
The officers march with fuses and we with hand grenades
We throw them from the trenches about the enemies ears;
With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, to 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, for the British Grenadiers.
Then let us fill a bumper and drink a health to those
We carry caps and pouches, and wear the louped clothes;
May they and their commanders live happy all their years,
With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, to the British Grenadiers.