Gunga Din

You may talk o’ gin and beer  
When you’re quartered safe out ’ere,  
An’ you’re sent to penny-fights an’ Aldershot it;
But when it comes to slaughter  
You will do your work on water,
An’ you’ll ______ the bloomin’ boots of ’im that’s got it.  
______ in Injia’s sunny clime,  
Where I used to ______ my time  
A-servin’ of ’Er Majesty the Queen,  
Of all them blackfaced crew  
The finest man ______ knew
Was our regimental bhisti, Gunga Din,  
     ______ was ‘Din! Din! Din!
   ‘You limpin’ lump o’ brick-dust, Gunga Din!
     ‘Hi! Slippy hitherao
     ‘Water, get it! Panee lao,
   ‘You squidgy-nosed old idol, Gunga Din.’

The uniform ’e wore
Was nothin’ much before,
An’ ______ less than ’arf o’ that be’ind,
For a piece o’ twisty rag  
An’ a goatskin water-bag
Was all ______ field-equipment ’e could find.
When the sweatin’ troop-train lay
______ a sidin’ through the day,
Where the ’eat would ______ your bloomin’ eyebrows crawl,
We shouted ‘Harry By!’
______ our throats were bricky-dry,
Then we wopped ’im ’cause ’e couldn’t serve us all.
     It was ‘Din! Din! Din!
   ‘You ’eathen, where the mischief ’ave you been?  
     ‘You put some juldee in it
     ‘Or I’ll marrow you this minute
   ‘If you don’t fill ______ my helmet, Gunga Din!’

’E would dot an’ ______ one
Till the longest day was done;
An’ ’e didn’t seem to know the use o’ fear.
If we ______ or broke or cut,
You could bet your bloomin’ nut,
’E’d be waitin’ fifty paces right flank rear.  
______ ’is mussick on ’is back,
’E would skip with ______ attack,
An’ watch us till the bugles made 'Retire,’  
An’ for all ’is dirty ’ide
’E was white, clear white, inside
When ’e went to tend the ______ under fire!  
     It was ‘Din! Din! Din!’
   With the bullets kickin’ dust-spots on the green.  
     When the cartridges ran out,
     You could ______ the front-ranks shout,  
   ‘Hi! ammunition-mules an' Gunga Din!’

I shan’t forgit the night
When I dropped be’ind the fight
With a bullet where my belt-plate should ’a’ been.  
I was chokin’ mad with thirst,
An’ ______ man that spied me first
Was our good old grinnin’, gruntin’ Gunga Din.  
’E lifted up my ’ead,
An’ he plugged me where I bled,
An’ ’e guv ______ ’arf-a-pint o’ water green.
It was crawlin’ and it stunk,
But of all the drinks I’ve drunk,
I’m gratefullest ______ one from Gunga Din.
     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 ______ dooli lay,
An’ a bullet come an’ drilled the ______ clean.  
’E put me safe inside,
An’ just ______ ’e died,
'I ’ope you liked your drink,’ ______ Gunga Din.  
So I’ll meet ’im later on
______ the place where ’e is gone—
Where it’s always ______ drill and no canteen.  
’E’ll be squattin’ on ______ coals
Givin’ drink to poor damned souls,
An’ I’ll ______ a swig in hell from Gunga Din!  
     Yes, Din! Din! Din!
   You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din!  
   Though I’ve belted you and flayed you,  
     ______ the livin’ Gawd that made you,
   You’re a ______ man than I am, Gunga Din!

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