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 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. 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 With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, For the British Grenadiers.