Bobs

(Field Marshal Lord Roberts of Kandahar) There's a little red-faced man, Which is Bobs, Rides the talliest '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 our 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 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 ot lead Outer Bobs. 'E's been at it thirty years, An-amassin' soveneers In the way o' slugs an' spears -- Ain't yer Bobs? What 'e does not knowv o'war, Gen'ral Bobs, You cun arst the shop next door -- Can't they, Bobs? Oh, 'e's little but he's wise; 'E's terror for' is size:, An' -- 'e -- does -- not -- advertize -- Do yer, Bobs? Now they 've made a blooimin 'Lord Ou ter Bobs, Which was but 'is fair reward -- Wheren't it, Bobs?: So ell wear a coronet W'here '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!