UNITED KINGDOM OF
GREAT BRITAIN AND NORTHERN IRELAND
the British Grenadiers
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instrumental(statrs at 1:26)
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(in english)
Some talk of Alexander, and some of Hercules,
of Hector and Lysander, and such great names as these.
But of all the world's geaet heroes, there's none that can compare.
With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, to 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 geaet heroes, there's none that can compare.
With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, to the British Grenadiers.
Those heroes of antiquity ne'er saw a cannon ball,
or 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, for the British Grenadiers.
or 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, 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, the British Grenadiers.
(sometimes replaced by The Frenchmen's ear)
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.
(sometimes replaced by The Frenchmen's ear)
And when the siege is over, we to the town repair.
The townmen 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, the British Grenadiers.
The townmen 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, 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.
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.