Algy and Bobbs (Клятва воина)

Old Algy an’ Bobbs an’ me,
received the official call,
to attend A.S.A.P.
at the Regimental Ball.
All togged up in our best,
weren’t we a sight to see,
combed an’ brushed an’ polished,
old Algy an’ Bobbs an’ me!

Honour an’ bow to your partners,
chaps of the Long Patrol.
Whirl’n’curl’n’twirl your tail,
as round the floor we roll.
All the pretty ladies, lookin’ for company,
an’ didn’t we oblige them,
old Algy an’ Bobbs an’ me!

Refreshments then were served,
an’ Bobbs slipped on a flan.
He bumped the Colonel’s daughter
headfirst into a pan.
Then Algy slung a pudden,
hit the Major’s bride-to-be.
An’ the Sergeant fired a crumble
at Algy an’ Bobbs an’ me!

O pass me a trifle smartly,
with a cherry on top for luck.
It smacked the Quartermaster,
he was bowled out for a duck.
Lathered in cream an’ howlin’,
‘Arrest those bloomin’ three.’
We wound up in the guardhouse,
old Algy an’ Bobbs an’ me!