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Peter Bellamy – Gunga Din chords
[Intro] A D [Verse 1]DYou may talk o' gin and beerGWhen you're quartered safe out 'ere,D AAn' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot it;DBut when it comes to slaughterGYou 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 timeD AAll a-servin' of 'Er Majesty the Queen,DOf all them blackfaced crewGThe finest man I knewA 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 woreGWas nothin' much before,D AAn' rather less than 'arf o' that be'ind,DFor a piece o' twisty ragGAn' a goatskin water-bagA DWas all the field-equipment 'e could find.GWhen the sweatin' troop-train layDIn 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 itGOr I'll marrow you this minuteA DIf you don't fill up my helmet, Gunga Din!”[Verse 3]D'E would dot an' carry oneGTill 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 'ideG'E was white, clear white, insideA 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 nightGWhen I dropped be'ind the fightD AWith a bullet where my belt-plate should 'a' been.DI was chokin' mad with thirst,GAn' the man that spied me firstA 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 awayGTo 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 onDAt the place where 'e is gone--D AWhere it's always double drill and no canteen;D'E'll be squattin' on the coalsGGivin' 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!