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Rh 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!

DANNY DEEVER

HAT are the bugles blowin' for?" said Files-on-Parade.

"To turn you out, to turn you out," the Colour-Sergeant said.

"What makes you look so white, so white?" said Files-on-Parade.

"I'm dreadin' what I've got to watch," the Colour-Sergeant said.

For they're hangin' Danny Deever, you can hear the Dead March play,

The regiment's in 'ollow square—they're hangin' him to-day;

They've taken of his buttons off an' cut his stripes away,

An' they're hangin' Danny Deever in the mornin'.