Verses 1889-1896 | Page 6

"Chuck him out, the brute!"
But it's "Saviour of 'is country" when the guns begin to shoot; An' it's
Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' anything you please; An' Tommy
ain't a bloomin' fool -- you bet that Tommy sees!
"FUZZY-WUZZY"
(Soudan Expeditionary Force)
We've fought with many men acrost the seas,
An' some of 'em was
brave an' some was not:
The Paythan an' the Zulu an' Burmese;
But
the Fuzzy was the finest o' the lot.
We never got a ha'porth's change
of 'im:
'E squatted in the scrub an' 'ocked our 'orses,
'E cut our
sentries up at Sua~kim~,
An' 'e played the cat an' banjo with our
forces.
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; We gives
you your certificate, an' if you want it signed We'll come an' 'ave a
romp with you whenever you're inclined.
We took our chanst among the Khyber 'ills,
The Boers knocked us
silly at a mile,
The Burman give us Irriwaddy chills,
An' a Zulu
~impi~ dished us up in style:
But all we ever got from such as they

Was pop to what the Fuzzy made us swaller;
We 'eld our bloomin'
own, the papers say,
But man for man the Fuzzy knocked us 'oller.

Then 'ere's ~to~ you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, an' the missis and the kid; Our
orders was to break you, an' of course we went an' did. 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 'e's 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!
SOLDIER, SOLDIER
"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
Why don't you march with my
true love?"
"We're fresh from off the ship an' 'e's maybe give the slip,
An' you'd best go look for a new love."
New love! True love!
Best go look for a new love,
The dead they
cannot rise, an' you'd better dry your eyes, An' you'd best go look for a
new love.
"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
What did you see o' my true
love?"
"I seed 'im serve the Queen in a suit o' rifle-green,
An' you'd
best go look for a new love."
"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
Did ye see no more o' my true
love?"
"I seed 'im runnin' by when the shots begun to fly --
But
you'd best go look for a new love."
"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
Did aught take 'arm to my true
love?"
"I couldn't see the fight, for the smoke it lay so white -- An'
you'd best go look for a new love."
"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
I'll up an' tend to my true love!"


"'E's lying on the dead with a bullet through 'is 'ead,
An' you'd best
go look for a new love."
"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
I'll down an' die with my true
love!"
"The pit we dug'll 'ide 'im an' the twenty men beside 'im -- An'
you'd best go look for a new love."
"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
Do you bring no sign from my
true love?"
"I bring a lock of 'air that 'e allus used to wear,
An'
you'd best go look for a new love."
"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
O then I know it's true I've lost
my true love!"
"An' I tell you truth again -- when you've lost the feel
o' pain You'd best take me for your true love."
True love! New love!
Best take 'im for a new love,
The dead they
cannot rise, an' you'd better dry your eyes, An' you'd best take 'im for
your true love.
SCREW-GUNS
Smokin' my pipe on the mountings, sniffin' the mornin' cool, I walks in
my old brown gaiters along o' my