Some talk of Alexander
And some of Hercules
Of Hector and Lysander
And such great names as these.
But of all the world's brave heroes
There's none that can compare
With a tow row row, row row row row
For the British Grenadiers.
Whene'er we are commanded
To storm the pallisades
Our leaders march with fuses
And we with hand grenades.
We throw them from the glacis
About the enemy's ears
Sing tow row row, row row row row
For the British Grenadiers.
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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 happily all their years
With a tow row row, row row row row
For the British Grenadiers.
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