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<h2> 'Bobs' </h2> 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! <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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