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