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   It was ‘Din! Din! Din!’
’Ere’s a beggar with a bullet through ’is spleen;
    ’E’s chawin’ up the ground,
    An’ ’e’s kickin’ all around:
For Gawd’s sake git the water, Gunga Din!

   ’E carried me away
   To where a dooli lay,
An’ a bullet come an’ drilled the beggar clean.
   ’E put me safe inside,
   An’ just before ’e died:
‘I ’ope you liked your drink,’ sez Gunga Din.
   So I’ll meet ’im later on
   At the place where ’e is gone—
Where it’s always double drill and no canteen;
   ’E’ll be squattin’ on the coals,
   Givin’ drink to poor damned souls,
An’ I’ll get a swig in hell from Gunga Din!
    Yes, Din! Din! Din!
You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din!
    Though I’ve belted you and flayed you,
    By the living Gawd that made you,
You’re a better man than I am, Gunga Din!