Capo 5. (Spoken) Am G 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 Am G Am 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 C E 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 Am G Am Was all the field equipment he could find G 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 by' 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 Am G Am 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 '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. (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! 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 G 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 Am G Am 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. G 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 C G Am GACEAm You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din