warning: british lyrics you didnt ask for
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
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
Sing tow, row, row, row, row, row,
Then let us fill a bumper
and drink a health to those
Who carry caps and pouches
and wear the loupèd clothes
May they and their commanders
live happy all their years
With a tow, row, row, row, row, row,
for the British Grenadiers
