'FUZZY-WUZZY' (SOUDAN EXPEDITIONARY FORCE) WE'VE fought with many men acrost the seas, 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 Suakim, 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 firstclass fightin' man; We gives you your certificate, an' if you want it signed We'll come an' 'ave a romp with ever you're inclined. you when We took our chanst among the Kyber 'ills, An' a Zulu impi dished us up in style: 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: 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 If we 'adn't lost some messmates we would 'elp you to deplore; But give an' take's the gospel, an' we'll call For if you 'ave lost more than us, you 'E rushes at the smoke when we let drive, 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 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 flyBut 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.' |