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Gunga Din
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Rudyard Kipling
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You may talk o' gin and beer When you're quartered safe out 'ere An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot it; But when it comes to slaughter You will do your work on water An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it Now in Injia's sunny clime Where I used to spend my time A-servin' of 'Er Majesty the Queen Of all them blackfaced crew The finest man I knew Was our regimental bhisti, Gunga Din He was 'Din! Din! Din! You limping lump o' brick-dust, Gunga Din! Hi! slippery hitherao! Water, get it! Panee lao! You squidgy-nosed old idol, Gunga Din.' The uniform 'e wore Was nothin' much before An' rather less than 'arfo' that be'ind For a piece o' twisty rag An' a goatskin water-bag Was all the field-equipment 'e could find When the sweatin' troop-train lay In a sidin' through the day Where the 'eat would make your bloomin' eyebrows crawl We shouted 'Harry By!' Till our throats were bricky-dry Then we wopped 'im 'cause 'e couldn't serve us all It was 'Din! Din! Din! You 'eathen, where the mischief 'ave you been? You put some juldee in it Or I'll marrow you this minute If you don't fill up my helmet, Gunga Din!
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