[00:00.000] 作曲 : Traditional, 1600S
[00:00.175]Some talk of Alexander, and some of Hercules
[00:05.523]Of Hector and Lysander, and such great names as these
[00:10.919]But of all the world's great heroes, there's none that can compare
[00:16.156]With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, to the British Grenadiers
[00:21.494]Those heroes of antiquity ne'er saw a cannon ball
[00:26.854]Or knew the force of powder to slay their foes withal
[00:32.028]But our brave boys do know it, and banish all their fears
[00:37.653]Sing a tow, row, row, row, row, row, for the British Grenadiers
[00:42.912]Whene'er we are commanded to storm the palisades
[00:48.534]Our leaders march with fusees, and we with hand grenades
[00:53.872]We throw them from the glacis, about the enemies' ears
[00:59.274]Sing a tow, row, row, row, row, row, for the British Grenadiers
[01:04.500]And when the siege is over, we to the town repair
[01:10.170]The townsmen cry, Hurrah, boys, here comes a Grenadier!
[01:15.415]Here come the Grenadiers, my boys, who know no doubts or fears!
[01:20.753]Sing tow, row, row, row, row, row, for the British Grenadiers
[01:26.284]Then let us fill a bumper, and drink a health to those
[01:32.073]Who carry caps and pouches, and wear the loupèd clothes
[01:37.493]May they and their commanders live happy all their years
[01:42.890]Sing a tow, row, row, row, row, row, for the British Grenadiers

作曲 : Traditional, 1600S
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, 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 a 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 a tow, 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, for the British Grenadiers
Then let us fill a bumper, and drink a health to those
Who carry caps and pouches, and wear the loupèd clothes
May they and their commanders live happy all their years
Sing a tow, row, row, row, row, row, for the British Grenadiers