ブリティッシュ・グレナディアーズ
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, "Hurra, 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.
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.