The Bowery Grenadiers
(as sung by Mitch Miller and friends)
We're a gallant bunch of heroes,
we've been organized ten years
We're known throughout the city
as the Bowery Grenadiers
We've had three fights with the Houlihans
and won ten thousand cheers
You bet your neck you won't forget
the Bowery Grenadiers
We can lick the Brooklyn guards
if they'd only show their cards
We can run like the devil, when the ground is level,
for about four hundred yards
And the girls, the little dears,
they're in love up to their ears,
When they see the style and smell the hair ile
on the Bowery Grenadiers
Should the ladies be in danger,
when the flames around them roar,
We're the lads who fight through fire and smoke,
for rescue safe and sure
But when we march on a Sunday,
and the Mulligans beat tattoo,
We're good old stock with a cobble rock
and a length of gaspipe too
We can lick the Brooklyn guards
if they'd only show their cards
We can run like the devil, when the ground is level,
for about four hundred yards
And the girls, the little dears,
they're in love up to their ears,
When they see the style and smell the hair ile
on the Bowery Grenadiers
We're the cops, we're the tops,
we're the Bowery Grenadiers