<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510708" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bobs</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Field Marshal Lord Roberts of Kandahar)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>There's a little red-faced man,<br>Which is Bobs,<br>Rides the talliest 'orse 'e can --<br>Our Bobs.<br>If it bucks or kicks or rears,<br>'E can sit for twenty years<br>With a smile round both 'is ears --<br>Can't yer, Bobs?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then 'ere's to Bobs Bahadur -- little Bobs, Bobs, Bobs!<br>'E's our pukka Kandaharder --<br>Fightin' Bobs, Bobs, Bobs!<br>'E's the Dook of Aggy Chel;<br>'E's the man that done us well,<br>An' we'll follow 'im to 'ell --<br>Won't we, Bobs?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If a limber's slipped a trace,<br>'Ook on Bobs.<br>If a marker's lost 'is place,<br>Dress by Bobs.<br>For 'e's eyes all up 'is coat,<br>An'a a bugle in 'is throat,<br>An'you will not play the goat<br>Under Bobs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'E's a little down on drink<br>Chaplain Bobs;<br>But it keeps us outer Clink --<br>Don't it, Bobs?<br>So we will not complain<br>Tho' 'e's water on the brain,<br>If 'e leads us straight again --<br>Blue-light Bobs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you stood 'im on 'is head,<br>Father Bobs,<br>You could spill a quart ot lead<br>Outer Bobs.<br>'E's been at it thirty years,<br>An-amassin' soveneers<br>In the way o' slugs an' spears --<br>Ain't yer Bobs?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What 'e does not knowv o'war,<br>Gen'ral Bobs,<br>You cun arst the shop next door --<br>Can't they, Bobs?<br>Oh, 'e's little but he's wise;<br>'E's terror for' is size:,<br>An' -- 'e -- does -- not -- advertize --<br>Do yer, Bobs?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now they 've made a blooimin 'Lord<br>Ou ter Bobs,<br>Which was but 'is fair reward --<br>Wheren't it, Bobs?:<br>So ell wear a coronet<br>W'here 'is 'elmet used to set;<br>But we know you won't forget --<br>Will yer, Bobs?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then 'ere's to Bobs Bahadur -- little Bobs, Bobs, Bobs,<br>Pocket-Wellin'ton 'an arder --<br>Fightin' Bobs, Bobs, Bobs!<br>This ain't no bloomin' ode,<br>But you've 'elped the soldier's load,<br>An' for benefits bestowed,<br>Bless yer, Bobs!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510708" data-title="Bobs de Rudyard Kipling" data-description="(Field Marshal Lord Roberts of Kandahar) There's a little red-faced man, Which is Bobs, Rides the talliest '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? ..."></div> </div> </div>

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