British Grenadiers were a proud
and highly-trained British fighting force. This song from the Revolution was sung proudly by British soldiers.
Some talk of Alexander, and some of Hercules
Hector and Lysander, and such great names as these.
But of all the world's great heroes, there's none that can compare
a tow, row, row, row, row, row, to the British Grenadier.
Those heroes of antiquity ne'er saw a cannon ball
the force of powder to slay their foes withal.
But our brave boys do know it, and banish all their fears,
row, row, row, row, row, for the British Grenadier.
Whene'er we are commanded to storm the palisades
march with fuses, 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.
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!
Then sing tow,
row, row, row, row, row, the British Grenadiers.
The God of War was pleased and great Bellonia smiles
To look upon
these heroes, of our British Iles
And all the gods Celestial, descending from their spheres
To hold in adoration, the
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.