Peter Bellamy – Gunga Din chords

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[Verse 1]
DYou may talk o' gin and beer
GWhen you're quartered safe out 'ere,
D AAn' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot it;
DBut when it comes to slaughter
GYou will do your work on water,
A DAn' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it.
GNow in Injia's sunny clime,
DI used to spend my time
D AAll a-servin' of 'Er Majesty the Queen,
DOf all them blackfaced crew
GThe finest man I knew
A DWas our regimental bhisti, Gunga Din.
G G GHe was “Din! Din! Din!
G DYou limpin' lump o' brick-dust, Gunga Din!
DHi! slippery hitherao!
GWater, get it! Panee lao!
A DYou squidgy-nosed old idol, Gunga Din.”
[Instrumental] A D [Verse 2]
DThe uniform 'e wore
GWas nothin' much before,
D AAn' rather less than 'arf o' that be'ind,
DFor a piece o' twisty rag
GAn' a goatskin water-bag
A DWas all the field-equipment 'e could find.
GWhen the sweatin' troop-train lay
DIn a sidin' through the day,
D AWhere the 'eat would make your bloomin' eyebrows crawl,
DWe shouted “Harry By!”
GTill our throats were bricky-dry,
A DThen we wopped 'im 'cause 'e couldn't serve us all.
G G GIt was “Din! Din! Din!
G DYou 'eathen, where the mischief 'ave you been?
DYou put some juldee in it
GOr I'll marrow you this minute
A DIf you don't fill up my helmet, Gunga Din!”
[Verse 3]
D'E would dot an' carry one
GTill the longest day was done;
D AAn' 'e didn't seem to know the use o' fear.
DIf we charged or broke or cut,
GYou could bet your bloomin' nut,
A D'E'd be waitin' fifty paces right flank rear.
GWith 'is mussick on 'is back,
D'E would skip with our attack,
D AAn' he'd watch us till the bugles made “Retire”,
DAn' for all 'is dirty 'ide
G'E was white, clear white, inside
A DWhen 'e went to tend the wounded under fire!
G G GIt was “Din! Din! Din!”
G DWith the bullets kickin' dust-spots on the green.
DWhen the cartridges ran out,
GYou could hear the front-files shout,
A D“Hi! ammunition-mules an' Gunga Din!”
[Instrumental] A D [Verse 4]
DI shan't forgit the night
GWhen I dropped be'ind the fight
D AWith a bullet where my belt-plate should 'a' been.
DI was chokin' mad with thirst,
GAn' the man that spied me first
A DWas our good old grinnin', gruntin' Gunga Din.
G'E lifted up my 'ead,
DAn' he plugged me where I bled,
D AAn' 'e guv me 'arf-a-pint o' water-green:
DIt was crawlin' and it stunk,
GBut of all the drinks I've drunk,
A DI'm gratefullest to one from Gunga Din.
G G GIt was “Din! Din! Din!
G D'Ere's a beggar with a bullet through 'is spleen;
D'E's chawin' up the ground,
G'E's kickin' all around:
A DFor Gawd's sake git the water, Gunga Din!”
[Verse 5]
D'E carried me away
GTo where a dooli lay,
D AAn' a bullet come an' drilled the beggar clean.
D'E put me safe inside,
GAn' just before 'e died,
A D“I 'ope you liked your drink”, sez Gunga Din.
GSo I'll meet 'im later on
DAt the place where 'e is gone--
D AWhere it's always double drill and no canteen;
D'E'll be squattin' on the coals
GGivin' drink to poor damned souls,
A DAn' I'll get a swig in hell from Gunga Din!
G G GYes, Din! Din! Din!
G DYou Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din!
DThough I've belted you and flayed you,
GBy the livin' Gawd that made you,
A DYou're a better man than I am, Gunga Din!
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