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Rh O there'll surely come a day

When they'll give you all your pay,

And treat you as a Christian ought to do;

So, until that day comes round,

Heaven keep you safe and sound,

And, Thomas, here's my best respects to you!



BOBS

(Field Marshal Lord Roberts of Kandahar)

HERE'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 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.