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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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