Susi: C minor
Verse 1
Am
Em
Am
You may talk
of gin and beer
Em
When you're stationed way out here
Am
An' you're sent to penny
Em
Am
Fights an' Aldershot it
But when it comes to slaughter
F
You'll do your work for water
Am
F#dim
An' you'll lick the bloom
Em
in' boots
Am
C
Em
C
G
Of 'im that's got it
Am
Now
Verse 2
G
in Inja's sunny clime
F
Em
Where I used to spend my time
F
G
Am
Servin' her Majesty the Queen
C
G
Of Ill the blIck faced crew
F
Em
The finest man I knew
F
G
Am
Was regimental bhisti, Gunga Din
G
The uniform he wore was
Verse 3
F
G
nothin' much before
F
G
Am
An' rather less than half of that behind
C
G
But a piece of twisty rag
F
Em
An' a goatskin water bag
F
G
Was all the field equip
Am
ment he could find
G
When a sweatin' troop train
Verse 4
lay
Am
In a sidin' through the day
F
Where the heat would make
G
Am
Your bloomin' eyebrows crawl
C
G
We shouted, "Harry by"
F
Till our throats were bricky-dry
G
F
Then Then whopped him 'cause he
G
Am
Couldn't serve us all
Verse 5
Am
G
He would dot an' carry one
F
G
Till the longest day was done
F
An' never seemed to
G
Am
knew the use of fear
C
G
If we charged a broke or cut
F
Em
You could bet your bloomin' nut
F
G
He'd be waitin' fifty paces
Am
Right flank rear
G
With his mussick on his back He would
Verse 6
Am
Em
Am
skip to our attack
F
G
An' watch us till the bugles
Am
made "Retire"
C
G
An' for all his dirty hide
F
Em
He was white, clear white inside
F
When he went to tend the
G
Am
wounded under fire
G
It was Din, Din,
Verse 7
F
Din
Em
With the bullets kickin' dust
Am
Spots on the green
C
G
And when the cartridges ran out
F
Em
You could hear the front files shout
F
G
Am
Send ammunition mules, and Gunga Din!
G
I shan't forget the night When I
Verse 8
F
Em
fell behind the fight
F
G
With a bullet where my belt
Am
Plate should a' been
C
G
I was chokin' mad with thirst
F
Em
An' the man that spied me first
F
Was our good ol' grinnin'
G
Am
Gruntin' Gunga Din
G
He lifted up my
Verse 9
head
Am
An' he plugged me where I bled
F
An' he gave me half a
G
Am
pint of water green
C
G
It was crawlin' and it stunk
F
Em
But of all the drinks I've drunk
F
I'm most grateful to the
G
Am
one from Gunga Din
G
He carried me away to
Verse 10
F
G
where a duly lay
F
An' a bullet came and
G
Am
Drilled the beggar clean
C
G
He carried me inside
F
Em
An' just before he died
F
"I hope you liked your
G
Am
Drink" said Gunga Din
Verse 11
G
So I'll meet him later on
Am
In the place where he as gone
F
G
Where it's always double drill
Am
And no canteen
C
G
He'll be squattin' on the coals
F
Em
Givin' drinks to poor damned souls
F
G
I'll catch a swig in hell from
Am
Gunga Din
Verse 12
F
It was Din, Din, Din
Em
You Lazarushian leather Gunga Din
Am
C
G
Tho' I've belted you an' flayed you
F
Em
By the livin' God that made
you
F
Am
You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din
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