| British Grenadiers |
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British Grenadiers with the words to the song
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
Chorus
With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, To the British Grenadier. Those heroes of antiquity Ne'er saw a cannon ball Or knew the force of powder To slay their foes withal. But our brave boys do know it, And banish all their fears.
Chorus:
Sing tow, row, row, row, row, row, For the British Grenadier. Whene'er we are commanded To storm the palisades Our leaders march with fusees* And we with hand grenades. We throw them from the glacis* About the enemies' ears.
Chorus:
Sing tow, row, row, row, row, row, 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! Chorus:
Then sing tow, row, row, row, row, row, 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
Chorus: With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, For the British Grenadiers.
Chorus
With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, To the British Grenadier. Those heroes of antiquity Ne'er saw a cannon ball Or knew the force of powder To slay their foes withal. But our brave boys do know it, And banish all their fears.
Chorus:
Sing tow, row, row, row, row, row, For the British Grenadier. Whene'er we are commanded To storm the palisades Our leaders march with fusees* And we with hand grenades. We throw them from the glacis* About the enemies' ears.
Chorus:
Sing tow, row, row, row, row, row, 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! Chorus:
Then sing tow, row, row, row, row, row, 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
Chorus: With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, For the British Grenadiers.
