‘ 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!