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 Kandahader--
            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!