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 know 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 - advertise -
Do yer, Bobs?
Now they've made a bloomin' Lord
Outer Bobs,
Which was but 'is fair reward -
Wheren'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!
