Demorific

Feb. 20th, 2009 11:30 pm
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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 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 tow, row, row, row, row, row, 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!
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 loupèd clothes.
May they and their commanders live happy all their years.
With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, for the British Grenadiers.

Murder ye bloody heathens
We'll fight for any reason,
Long Live the King of England
And all his mercenaries;
We'll kill the Goddamn rebels
Burn the bastards' homes to pebbles
Long Live the King of England
Up with the flag.

chorus:   Singing rape, rape the bastards' women,
     Loot, loot their rum and linen
     All we shall leave
     Are some bodies and some pregnant women,
     Live or die it's just as well
     We'll all meet again in hell, so
     Long Live the King of England
     Up with the flag.

Burn the barns and burn the stables
defecate on the dinner tables
Steal the silver and the gold
shoot the young and knife the old
We will loot when we're done killing
We won't leave a goddamn shilling
Long Live the King of England
Up with the flag.

Chorus

We eat children when in season
though a baby is more pleasin'
We're not crude and we're not heathens
Just preventing future treasons
Get them while they're still in bed
And Serve me up a boiled head
Long Live the King of England
Up with the flag.

With torch and sword we'll ply our trade
We'll burn their crops and run a raid
With silver goblets from their altar
Mix our rum with holy water;
Musket butts will knock them under
Burn their town and take their plunder
Long Live the King of England
Up with the flag.


If you seek a life of glory,
Come and join our noble comp'ny
Take the Shilling, don the redcoat
Rum is free and lasses more so
All that you can steal or carry
You can keep or even marry!
Long live the King of England
Up with the flag.


Empire Total War FTW.
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