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    "Gunga Din" Lyrics

    Jim Croce

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    You may talk of gin and beer
    When you're stationed way out here
    An' you're sent to penny fights an' Aldershot it
    But when it comes to slaughter
    You will do your work for water
    An' you'll lick the boots of 'im that's got it
    Now in Inja's sunny clime
    Where I used to spend my time
    Servin' her Majesty the Queen
    Of all the black faced crew
    The finest man I knew
    Was regimental bhisti, Gunga Din

    The uniform he wore
    Was nothin' much before
    An' rather less than half of that behind
    But a piece of twisty rag
    An' a goatskin water bag
    Was all the field equipment he could find

    When a sweatin' troop train lay
    In a sidin' through the day
    Where the heat would make you bloomin' eyebrows crawl
    We shouted, "Harry By"
    Till our throats were bricky-dry
    Then wopped him 'cause he couldn't serve us all
    He would dot an' carry one
    Till the longest day was done
    An' never seemed to know the use of fear
    If we charged or broke or cut
    You could bet your bloomin' nut
    He'd be waitin' fifty paces right flank rear
    With his mussick on his back
    He would skip to our attack
    An' watch us till the bugles made"Retire"
    An' for all his dirty hide
    He was white, clear white inside
    When he went to tend the wounded under fire

    It was Din, Din, Din
    With the bullets kickin' dust spots on the green
    And when the cartridges ran out
    You could hear the front files shout
    Send ammunition mules, and Gunga Din!
    I shan't forget the night
    When I fell behind the fight
    With a bullet where my belt plate should a' been
    I was chokin' mad with thirst
    An' the man that spied me first
    Was our good old grinnin', gruntin' Gunga Din
    He lifted up my head
    An' he plugged me where I bled
    An' he gave me half a pint of water green
    It was crawlin' and it stunk
    But of all the drinks I've drunk
    I'm most grateful to the one from Gunga Din

    He carried me away
    To where a dooli lay
    An' a bullet came and drilled the beggar clean
    He carried me inside
    An' just before he died
    I hope you like your drink said Gunga Din
    So I'll meet him later on
    In the place where he as gone
    Where it's always double drill and no canteen
    He'll be squattin' on the coals
    Givin' drink to poor damn souls
    I'll catch a swig in hell from Gunga Din

    It was Din, Din, Din
    You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din
    Tho' I've belted you an' flayed you
    By the livin' God that made you
    Your a better man than I am, Gunga Din
    This song was submitted on June 24th, 2011 and last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by James Croce.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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