The British Grenadiers
1 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, to the British Grenadiers.
2 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, the British Grenadiers.
3 Then let us fill a bumper, and drink a health to thos
Who carry caps and puches and wear the louped clothes; May they and their commanders live happy all their years. With a tow row row row row row, for the British Grenadiers.
From the collection Songs From Hazzards Huzzah