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The Ballad of Gunga Din

アーティスト:Jim Croce  アルバム:Facets  作詞:CROCE JIM  作曲:CROCE JIM 

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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 by" Till our throats were bricky-dry Then wopped him 'cause he couldn't serve us all. He would dot an' carry one Till the longest day was done An' never seemed to know the use of fear If we charged a broke or cut You could bet your bloomin' nut He'd be waitin' fifty paces right flank rear. With his mussick on his back He would skip to our attack An' watch us till the bugles made "Retire" An' for all his dirty hide He was white, clear white inside When he went to tend the wounded under fire. It was Din, Din, Din With the bullets kickin' dust


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