Now in Injia’s sunny
clime,
Where I used to spend
my time
A’serving’ of ‘Er
Majesty the Queen,
Of all them black
faced crew
The finest man I knew
Was our regimental
bhisti, Gunga Din,
He was ‘Din!Din!Din!
‘You limpin’ lump o’
brick-dust, Gunga Din!
‘Hi Slippy hitherao!
‘Water get it, Panee
lao,
‘You sqiddgy nosed old
idol, Gunga Din.’
...
It was ‘Din!Din!Din!
‘You ‘eathen, where
the mischief ‘ave you been?
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