‘ 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-

Ca n'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-

Wo n'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-

Do n'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-

Ai n't yer, Bobs?

What‘ e does not Know o’ war,

Gen'ral Bobs,

You can arst the shop next door-

Ca n'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-

Were n't it Bobs?

So‘ e'll wear a coronet

Where‘ is‘ elmet used to set;

But we know you wo n'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 ai n't no bloomin’ ode,

But you've‘ elped the soldier's load,

An’ for benefits bestowed,

Bless yer, Bobs!