Air--_The British Grenadiers_.
Some talk of Coalitions,
Of Tories and all that;
They are but cheap editions
Of the one and only Nat.;
Our Party has no equals,
Though of course it has its peers,
With a tow, row, row, row, row, row
For the British Brigadiers.
You have no idea how difficult it is to write down the right number of
_rows_ first time; however I daresay the General wouldn’t mind a few
extra ones.
We represent the Nation
As no one else can do;
Without exaggeration
Our membership is two,
We rally in our masses
And give three hearty cheers,
With a tow, row, row, row, row, row
For the National Brigadiers.
There could be a great deal more of that, but perhaps you have had
enough.
Of course, if you don’t think the poetry of my songs is good enough, I
shall just have to quote some of “The International” words to show you
that it’s the _tune_ that matters.