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Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг)


«Barrack-Room Ballads». 2. Bobs


   (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?

 Then 'ere's to Bobs Bahadur -- little Bobs, Bobs, Bobs!
 'E's our pukka Kandaharder --
            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 a bugle in 'is throat,
An'you will not play the goat
           Under Bobs.

'E's a little down on drink
            Chaplain Bobs;
But it keeps us outer Clink --
             Don't it, Bobs?
So we will not complain
Tho' 'e's water on the brain,
If 'e leads us straight again --
               Blue-light Bobs.


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

What 'e does not knowv o'war,
             Gen'ral Bobs,
You cun 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 -- advertize --
             Do yer, Bobs?

Now they 've made a blooimin 'Lord
             Ou ter Bobs,
Which was but 'is fair reward --
             Wheren't it, Bobs?:
So ell wear a coronet
W'here '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!



Rudyard Kipling's other poems:
  1. «Debits and Credits». (1919-1926). 7. Rahere
  2. «Debits and Credits». (1919-1926). 17. Untimely
  3. The Voortrekker
  4. A Truthful Song
  5. The Destroyers


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