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 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!
Variant:The British BayoneteersEyes right, my jolly field boys,
Who British bayonets bear,
To teach the foes to yield, boys,
When British steel they dare!
Now fill the glass, for the toast of toasts
Shall be drunk with the cheer of cheers,
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!
For the British bayoneteers!
Great guns have shot and shell, boys,
Dragoons have sabres bright.
The artillery fire's like Hell, boys,
And the horse like Devils fight.
But neither light nor heavy horse
Nor thundering cannoneers,
Can stem the tide of the foeman's pride
Like the British bayoneteers!
The English arm is strong, boys,
The Irish arm is tough.
The Scotsman's blow, the French well know,
Is struck by sterling stuff.
And when before the enemy
Their shining steel appears,
Goodbye! Goodbye! How they run, how they run!
From the British bayoneteers!
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