'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- 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 a
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