. (Spoken) 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 bloomin’ 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 byâ?
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