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poem by Rudyard Kipling

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'Bobs'

(Field-Marshal Lord Roberts
of Kandahar: died in France 1914)


Am F
THERE's a little red-faced man,
G
Which is Bobs,
Am F
Rides the tallest 'orse 'e can-
Em
Our Bobs.
Dm Am
If it bucks or kicks or rears,
G F
'E can sit for twenty years
Dm Am
With a smile round both 'is ears-
E7
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.
For 'e's eyes all up 'is coat,
An' a bugle in 'is throat,
An' you will not play the goat
Under Bobs.

Am E
E's a little down on drink,
Am
Chaplain Bobs;
Dm F
But it keeps us outer Clink
Em
Don't it, Bobs?
Dm Am
So we will not complain
G F
Tho' ‘e’s water on the brain,
Bb C
If 'e leads us straight again—
A7
Blue-light Bobs.

If you stood 'im on 'is head,
Father Bobs,
You could spill a quart of lead
Outer Bobs.
'E's been at it thirty years
An-amassin' souveneers
In the way o' slugs an' spears-
Ain't yer, Bobs?

What 'e does not know o' war,
Gen'ral Bobs,
You can 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-
Weren'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!

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from Rudyard Kipling, released June 19, 2015
poem by Rudyard Kipling
Music by Toby Darling

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