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Gunga Din

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You may talk of gin and beer
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When you're stationed way out here
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An' you're sent to penny fights an' Aldershot it
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But when it comes to slaughter
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You will do your work for water
                                Am                                                 G                                    Am  
An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it.
                     Am                              G  
Now in Inja's sunny clime
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Where I used to spend my time
Am                              G                            Am  
Servin' her Majesty the Queen
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Of all the black faced crew
             C                              E  
The finest man I knew
                     Am              G                              Am  
Was regimental bhisti, Gunga Din
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The uniform he wore
                     C                            E  
Was nothin' much before
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An' rather less than half of that behind
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But a piece of twisty rag
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An' a goatskin water bag
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Was all the field equipment he could find
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When a sweatin' troop train lay
                     Am            G                    Am  
In a sidin' through the day
                             C                                                      G                                      Am  
Where the heat would make you bloomin' eyebrows crawl
                Am                              G  
We shouted, "Harry byâ?
                     C                                                      E  
Till our throats were bricky-dry
                     Am                                    G                                                 Am  
Then wopped him 'cause he couldn't serve us all.
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He would dot an' carry one
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Till the longest day was done
                  Am                                      G                            Am  
An' never seemed to know the use of fear
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If we charged a broke or cut
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You could bet your bloomin' nut
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He'd be waitin' fifty paces right flank rear.
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With his mussick on his back
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He would skip to our attack
                        C                                    G                                 Am  
An' watch us till the bugles made â??Retire"
                     Am                                    G  
An' for all his dirty hide
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He was white, clear white inside
                                Am                                 G                              Am  
When he went to tend the wounded under fire.
(Spoken)
                     Am      G         C            E  
It was Din, Din, Din
                          C                                      G                                            Am  
With the bullets kickin' dust spots on the green
                                          C                              G  
And when the cartridges ran out
                                  C                                              E  
You could hear the front files shout
                     C                                      G                      Am  
Send ammunition mules, and Gunga Din!
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I shan't forget the night
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When I fell behind the fight
                     Am                                              G                                      Am  
With a bullet where my belt plate should a' been
                     Am                                      G  
I was chokin' mad with thirst
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An' the man that spied me first
                                Am                                      G                            Am  
Was our good old grinnin', gruntin' Gunga Din
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He lifted up my head
                     Am                      G              Am  
An' he plugged me where I bled
                     C                                      G                              Am  
An' he gave me half a pint of water green
                     Am                                    G  
It was crawlin' and it stunk
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But of all the drinks I've drunk
                             Am                                    G                              Am  
I'm most grateful to the one from Gunga Din
                  Am                 G  
He carried me away
                     C                      E  
To where a dooli lay
                     Am                                    G                                              Am  
An' a bullet came and drilled the beggar clean
                  Am                      G  
He carried me inside
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An' just before he died
        Am                                                 G                                      Am  
I hope you liked your drink said Gunga Din.
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So I'll meet him later on
                     Am                      G              Am  
In the place where he as gone
                                     C                                      G                            Am  
Where it's always double drill and no canteen
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He'll be squattin' on the coals
                     C                                                         E  
Givin' drinks to poor damned souls
                Am                                    G                                      Am  
I'll catch a swig in hell from Gunga Din
                  Am      G            C                 E  
It was Din, Din, Din
                     C                    G                                 Am  
You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din
                                C                                                 G  
Tho' I've belted you an' flayed you
                                     C                                    E  
By the livin' God that made you
                     C                                         G                            Am            G  Am  CE  Am  G  Am  
You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din