From Calliope: or, the musical miscellany, pp184-5, 1788.

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BRITISH GRENADIERS.

 Some talk of Alexander, and some of Hercules,
 of Conan, and Lysander, and some Miltiades;
 but of all the world's brave heroes there's none that can compare,
 With a tow, row, row, row, row, to the British Grenadiers.
 But of all the world's brave heroes, there's none that can compare,
 With a tow, row, row, row, row, to the Brisish Grenadiers.
 
 None of those ancient heroes e'er saw a cannon ball,
 Or knew the force of powder to slay their foes withal;
 But our brace boys do know it, and banish all their fears,
 With a tow, row, row, row, row, the British Grenadiers.
 	But our brave boys, &c.
 
 Whene'er we are commanded to storm the Palisades,
 Our leaders march with fusees, and we with hand grandades,
 We throw them from the glacis about our enemies ears,
 With a tow, row, row, row, row, the Brisith Grenadiers.
 	We throw them, &c.
 
 The god of war was pleased, and great Bellona smiles,
 To see these noble heroes, of our British Iles;
 And all the gods celestial, descended from their spheres,
 Beheld with admiration the British Grenadiers.
 	And all the gods celestial, &c.
 
 Then let us crown a bumper, and drink a health to those
 Who carry caps and pouches that wear the looped clothes.
 May they and their commanders, live happy all their years,
 With a tow, row, row, row, row, the British Grenadiers.
 	May they and their commanders, &c.