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Then Jove the God of Thunder,
and Mars the God of War:
Rough Neptune with his Trident,
Apollo in his Car,
And all the Gods celeſtial,
deſcending from their ſpheres,
Behold with admiration,
brave Britiſh Grenadiers.
But be you Whig or Tory,
or any other thing,
I'd have you ſtill remember,
to obey great George our King;
For if you prove rebellious,
we'll thunder in your ears,
With a tow, row, row row, row, row,
brave Britiſh Grenadiers.
And when the ſiege is over,
we to the town repairs,
The Citizens cry out, huzza,
here come the Grenadiers,
Here come the Grenadiers,
without e'er dread or fear,
With a tow, row, row, row, row, row,
brave Britiſh Grenadiers.
Come fill us up a bumper,
and let us drink to thoſe,
Who carry caps and pouches,
and wear the laced clothes,
