第20章 'Bobs'

There's a little red-faced man, Which is Bobs, Rides the tallest 'orse 'e can-Our Bobs, If it bucks or kicks or rears, 'E can sit for twenty years With a smile round both 'is ears-Can't yer, Bobs?

Then 'ere's to Bobs Bahadur-

Little Bobs, Bobs, Bobs!

'E's or pukka Kandaharder-

Fightin' Bobs, Bobs, Bobs!

'E's the Dook of Aggy Chel;

'E's the man that done us well, An' we'll follow 'im to 'ell-Won't we Bobs?

If a limber's slipped a trace, 'Ook on Bobs.

If a marker's lost 'is place, Dress by Bobs.

For 'e's eyes all up 'is coat, An' a bugle in 'is throat, An' you will not play the goat Under Bobs.

'E's a little down on drink, Chaplain Bobs;

But it keeps us outer Clink-

Don't it Bobs?

So we will not complain Tho' 'e's water on the brain, If 'e leads us straight again-Blue-light Bobs.

If you stood 'im on 'is head Father Bobs, You could spill a quart o' lead Outer Bobs.

'E's been at it thirty years, An' amassin souveneers In the way o' slugs an' spears-Ain't yer, Bobs?

What 'e does not Know o' war, Gen'ral Bobs, You can arst the shop next door-Can't they, Bobs?

Oh, 'e's little, but he's wise;

'E's a terror for 'is size, An'-'e-does-not-advertise-Do yer, Bobs?

Now they've made a bloomin' Lord Outer Bobs, Which was but 'is fair reward-Weren't it Bobs?

So 'e'll wear a coronet Where 'is 'elmet used to set;But we know you won't forget-

Will yer, Bobs?

Then 'ere's to Bobs Bahadur-

Little Bobs, Bobs, Bobs!

Pocket-Wellin'ton an' arder -

Fightin' Bobs, Bobs, Bobs!

This ain't no bloomin' ode, But you've 'elped the soldier's load, An' for benefits bestowed, Bless yer, Bobs!