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-row,
To the British Grenadier!

Those heroes of antiquity
Ne'er saw a cannon ball,
Nor knew the force of powder
To slay their foes withal.
But our brave boys do know it,
And banish all their fears.
Sing tow-row-row-row-row-row-row
For 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-row
For the British Grenadiers!

And when the siege is over,
We to the town repair.
The townsmen cry, "Hurrah, boys,
Here comes a Grenadier!"
Here come the Grenadiers, my boys,
Who know no doubts or fears!
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 happy all their years.
With a tow-row-row-row-row-row-row
For the British Grenadiers!