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Matin Bells and Scarlet and Gold

By "F. Harald Williams"[i.e. F. W. O. Ward]. First Edition

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THE BULLY (BOB).
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

THE BULLY (BOB).

Bully Bob
Likes a job
For his biceps and muscle,
He makes light
Of the bloodiest tumble and tussle,
And can fight;
Heavy-jowled and high-cheekboned and bearded and black,
Never washed, never sober, he treads but one track
And allows but one cheer
In the pothouse and beer;
He thinks, in for a penny is in for a pound;
If the reason is false, that alone is his ground.
Bully Bob
Hates a snob,
And he straight gives him pepper
Left and right,
For he loathes a mere humbug high-stepper—
He can fight;
With square shoulders, deep chest and his ponderous arms
And a truculent look, he distinctly alarms
Any casual friend
Who opposes his end;
He says, hammer and tongs are far better than play;
That's a funny opinion, but then it's his way.

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Bully Bob
Does not rob
With the usual sneaking,
He has might
And knows nothing is lost by plain speaking,
And can fight;
So he does not go sidling with serpentine stealth,
But demands and quite boldly to drink your good health;
And he will not abuse
One who likes to refuse
A frank offer, nor act as a commoner clown;
He will take what he wants, having first knocked you down.
Bully Bob
Loves a mob,
For displaying his science;
He is right,
As he feels in his hands such reliance
And can fight;
But for cripples he often exhibits the strength
Of his arms, and wrong doers who measure their length
Do not need hitting twice,
As they find once suffice;
He is the champion of cripples, with all his fierce air,
And you may not admire him—but that's your affair.