Punch/Volume 147/Issue 3820/Bobs' Way
He knew, none better, how 't would be,
And spoke his warning far and wide;
He worked to save us ceaselessly,
Setting his well-earnt ease aside.
We smiled and shrugged and went our way
Blind to the swift-approaching blow;
His every word proves true to-day,
But no man hears, "I told you so!"