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