The British Grenadiers 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. 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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