But you're mendin', an' 'ere's wishing of you luck!
Wich you're proving an addition to our forces.
So 'ere's to you, though 'tis true that at El Teb you cut and ran;
You're improvin' from a scuttler to a first-class fighting man;
You can 'old your own at present when the bullets hiss and buzz,
And in time you may be equal to a round with Fuzzy-Wuz!
You've been lammed and licked sheer out of go an' grit,
From the times of Pharaoh down to the Khe-dive;
Till you 'ardly feel yerself one bloomin' bit,
And I almost wonder you are left alive.