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Introdução:
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You may talk of gin and beer
C E
When you're stationed way out here
Am G Am
An' you're sent to penny fights an' Aldershot it
Am G
But when it comes to slaughter
C E
You will do your work for water
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An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it.
Am G
Now in Inja's sunny clime
C E
Where I used to spend my time
Am G Am
Servin' her Majesty the Queen
Am G
Of all the black faced crew
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The finest man I knew
Am G Am
Was regimental bhisti, Gunga Din
Am G
The uniform he wore
C E
Was nothin' much before
Am G Am
An' rather less than half of that behind
Am G
But a piece of twisty rag
C E
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
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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.
Am G
He would dot an' carry one
C E
Till the longest day was done
Am G Am
An' never seemed to know the use of fear
Am G
If we charged a broke or cut
C E
You could bet your bloomin' nut
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He'd be waitin' fifty paces right flank rear.
G
With his mussick on his back
Am G Am
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
C E
He was white, clear white inside
Am G Am
When he went to tend the wounded under fire.
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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
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You could hear the front files shout
C G Am
Send ammunition mules, and Gunga Din!
Am G
I shan't forget the night
C E
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
C E
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
C E
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
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An' a bullet came and drilled the beggar clean
Am G
He carried me inside
C E
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
Am G
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
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You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din