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 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 or 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 spots on the green   And when the cartridges ran out   You could hear the front files shout   Send ammunition mules, and Gunga Din!   I shan't forget the night   When I fell behind the fight   With a bullet where my belt plate should a' been   I was chokin' mad with thirst   An' the man that spied me first   Was our good old grinnin', gruntin' Gunga Din   He lifted up my head   An' he plugged me where I bled   An' he gave me half a pint of water green   It was crawlin' and it stunk   But of all the drinks I've drunk   I'm most grateful to the one from Gunga Din      He carried me away   To where a dooli lay   An' a bullet came and drilled the beggar clean   He carried me inside   An' just before he died   I hope you like your drink said Gunga Din   So I'll meet him later on   In the place where he as gone   Where it's always double drill and no canteen   He'll be squattin' on the coals   Givin' drink to poor damn souls   I'll catch a swig in hell from Gunga Din      It was Din, Din, Din   You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din   Tho' I've belted you an' flayed you   By the livin' God that made you   Your a better man than I am, Gunga Din