And between the guns, and in front of the guns, and past the guns went our marching men, our mud men, with wet steel helmets, with gobs of mud on their faces, with clods of mud growing monstrously upon their boots at every step.
"From Bapaume to Passchendaele, 1917"
Philip Gibbs
Along the roads Australian and New Zealand horsemen go riding hard, with their horses' flanks splashed with heavy gobs of mud.
"From Bapaume to Passchendaele, 1917"
Philip Gibbs
They seemed always to have gobs o' money, and onct in awhile some little thing'd turn up to make folks kinder juberous somehow 'at they wasn't jist what they ginerally seemed to be.
"Hoosier Mosaics"
Maurice Thompson