Some talk of alexander and some of hercules,
Of hector and lysander and such great names as these,
But of all the worlds great heroes theres none that can compare,
With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, row, to the british grenadiers.
 
Those heroes of antiquity ne'er saw a cannon ball,
Or knew the force of powder to slay thier foes withall,
But our brave boys do know it and banish all their fears,
With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, row, to the british grenadiers.

When e'er we are commanded to storm the apllisades,
Our leaders march with fuses and we with hand grenades,
We throw them from the glascis about the enemies ears,
With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, row, to the british grenadiers.

Then let us will 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,
With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, row, to the british grenadiers.

British Grenadiers