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 Sowdan; You 're a poor benighted 'eathen, but a first-class fightin' man; We gives you your certifikit, 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 hills, The Boers knocked us silly at a mile, The Burman guv 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 an' the kid, Our orders was to break you, an' of course we went an' did. We sloshed you with Martinis, an' it was n't 'ardly fair; But for all the odds agin you, Fuzzy Wuz, you bruk the square. 'E 'as n't got no papers of 'is own, 'E 'as n'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-headed shield an' shovel-spear, A 'appy day with Fuzzy on the rush Will last a 'ealthy Tommy for a year. So 'ere 's _to_ you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, an' your friends which is no more, If we 'ad n'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 duck, 'e 's a lamb! 'E 's a Injun-rubber idiot on the spree, 'E 's the on'y thing that does n't care a clam For the Regiment o' British Infantree. So 'ere's _to_ you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, at your 'ome in the Sowdan; 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 bruk a British square. III THE ENGLISH FLAG Above the portico the Union Jack remained fluttering in the flames for some time, but ultimately when it fell the crowds rent the air with shouts, and seemed to see significance in the incident.--_Daily Papers._