Kunci: C minor•
Verse 1
Cm
Gm
Cm
You may talk
of gin and beer
Gm
When you're stationed way out here
Cm
An' you're sent to penny
Gm
Cm
Fights an' Aldershot it
But when it comes to slaughter
Ab
You'll do your work for water
Cm
Adim
An' you'll lick the bloom
Gm
in' boots
Cm
Eb
Gm
Eb
Bb
Of 'im that's got it
Verse 2
Bb
in Inja's sunny cli me
Ab
Gm
Where I used to spend my time
Ab
Bb
Cm
Servin' her Majesty the Queen
Eb
Bb
Of Ill the blIck faced crew
Ab
Gm
The finest man I knew
Ab
Bb
Cm
Was regimental bhisti, Gunga Din
Bb
The uniform he wore was
Verse 3
Ab
Ab
Bb
Cm
An' rather less than half of that behind
Eb
Bb
But a piece of twisty rag
Ab
Gm
An' a goatskin water bag
Ab
Bb
Was all the field equip
Bb
When a sweatin' troop train
Verse 4
lay
Cm
In a sidin' through the day
Ab
Where the heat would make
Bb
Cm
Your bloomin' eyebrows crawl
Eb
Bb
We shouted, "Harry by"
Ab
Till our throats were bricky-dry
Bb
Ab
Then Then whopped him 'cause he
Bb
Cm
Couldn't serve us all
Verse 5
Cm
Bb
He would dot an' carry one
Ab
Bb
Till the longest day was done
Bb
Cm
knew the use of fear
Eb
Bb
If we charged a broke or cut
Ab
Gm
You could bet your bloomin' nut
Ab
Bb
He'd be waitin' fifty paces
Bb
With his mussick on his back He would
Verse 6
Cm
Gm
Cm
skip to our attack
Ab
Bb
An' watch us till the bugles
Eb
Bb
An' for all his dirty hide
Ab
Gm
He was white, clear white inside
Ab
When he went to tend the
Bb
Cm
wounded under fire
Verse 7
Ab
Din
Gm
With the bullets kickin' dust
Eb
Bb
And when the cartridges ran out
Ab
Gm
You could hear the front files shout
Ab
Bb
Cm
Send ammunition mules, and Gunga Din!
Bb
I shan't forget the night When I
Verse 8
Ab
Ab
Bb
With a bullet where my belt
Eb
Bb
I was chokin' mad with thirst
Ab
Gm
An' the man that spied me first
Ab
Was our good ol' grinnin'
Bb
Cm
Gruntin' Gunga Din
Verse 9
head
Cm
An' he plugged me where I bled
Bb
Cm
pint of water green
Eb
Bb
It was crawlin' and it stunk
Ab
Gm
But of all the drinks I've drunk
Ab
I'm most grateful to the
Bb
Cm
one from Gunga Din
Verse 10
Ab
Bb
where a duly lay
Bb
Cm
Drilled the beggar clean
Eb
Bb
He carried me inside
Ab
Gm
An' just before he died
Ab
"I hope you liked your
Bb
Cm
Drink" said Gunga Din
Verse 11
Bb
So I'll meet him later on
Cm
In the place where he as gone
Ab
Bb
Where it's always double drill
Cm
And no canteen
Eb
Bb
He'll be squattin' on the coals
Ab
Gm
Givin' drinks to poor damned souls
Ab
Bb
I'll catch a swig in hell from
Verse 12
Gm
You Lazarushian leather Gunga Din
Cm
Eb
Bb
Tho' I've belted you an' flayed you
Ab
Gm
By the livin' God that made
you
Ab
Cm
You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din
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