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 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 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 Kyber
'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!
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