Lyrics The British Grenadiers - James Stevens

Some talk of Alexander, and some of Hercules
Of Hector and Lysander, and such great names as these
But of all the world's brave heroes, there's none that can compare
With the Toro, Roro, Roro, to the British Grenadiers

None of those ancient heroes, ne'er saw a cannonball
Nor knew the force of powder to spare a foe's withal
But of the brave boys to know it, and plan it, show their fears
Singing Toro, Roro, Roro, to the British Grenadiers

Whene'er we are commanded to storm a palace age
Our leaders march with fuses, and we with platoon mates
We throw the four black horses about the enemy's ears
Singing Toro, Roro, Roro, to the British Grenadiers

And when the siege is over, we to the town repair
The townsmen cry, "Hurrah, boys, here comes the Grenadier!"
Here comes the Grenadiers, my boys, who none of us are fears
With the Toro, Roro, Roro, to the British Grenadiers

Then let us fill a bomber, and drink a health to those
Who carry caps and pouches, and wear the new bedclothes
May they and their gun markers live happy all their years
With the Toro, Roro, Roro, to the British Grenadiers