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 We sloshed you with Martinis, an' it wasn't 'ardly fair; But for all the odds agin' you, Fuzzy- Wuz, you broke the square.

'E 'asn't got no papers of 'is own, 'E 'asn't got no medals nor rewards, So we must certify the skill Vs shown, In usin' of 'is long two-'anded swords: When 'e's 'oppin' in an' out among the bush With 'is coffin-'eaded shield an' shovel-spear, An 'appy day with Fuzzy on the rush Will last an 'ealthy Tommy for a year. So 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, an' your friends which are no more, If we 'adn't lost some messmates we would 'elp you to deplore. But give an' take's the gospel, an we'll call the bargain fair, For if you 'ave lost more than us, you crumpled up the square!

'E rushes at the smoke when we let drive, An', before we know, 'e's 'ackin' at our 'ead; 'E's all 'ot sand an' ginger when alive, An' 'e's generally shammin' when 'e's dead. 'E's a daisy, 'e's a ducky, 'e's a lamb! 'E's a injia-rubber idiot on the spree, 'E's the on'y thing that doesn't give a damn For a Regiment o' British Infantree! So 'ere's to you, Fuzzy- Wuzzy, at your 'ome in the Soudan; You're a pore benighted 'eathen but a first-class fightin' man; An' 'ere's to you, Fuzzy- Wuzzy, with your 'ayrick 'ead of 'air You big black boundin' beggar for you broke a British square!