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 [bad word] 
With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, 
To the British Grenadier.

Whene'er we [bad word] 
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.

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 [bad word] 
Live happy all their years 
With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, 
For the British Grenadiers.