Some talk of alexander
And some of hercules
Of hector and lysander
And such great name as those
But above the world great heroes
Theres no one can compare
With a tow row row row row row row
To the british grenadier
When'er we are commanded to storm the palisade
Our leader march with fuses
And we with hand grenade
We throw them from the glacis
Above the enemy's ears
With a tow row row row row row
To the british grenadiers
And let us fill the bumpers
And drink a health of 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
To the british grenadiers
