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