[00:00.00] 作词 : Rudyard Kipling
[00:01.00] 作曲 : James J Croce
[00:06.10]You may talk of gin and beer
[00:07.30]When you're stationed way out here
[00:09.40]An' you're sent to penny fights an' Aldershot it
[00:12.81]But when it comes to slaughter
[00:14.61]You'll do your work for water
[00:16.80]An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it
[00:23.89]Now in Inja's sunny clime
[00:26.16]Where I used to spend my time
[00:29.24]Servin' her Majesty the Queen
[00:33.47]Of all the black faced crew
[00:35.94]The finest man I knew
[00:38.22]Was regimental bhisti, Gunga Din
[00:42.86]The uniform he wore
[00:45.36]Was nothin' much before
[00:47.66]An' rather less than half of that behind
[00:52.10]But a piece of twisty rag
[00:54.66]An' a goatskin water bag
[00:57.25]Was all the field equipment he could find
[01:01.73]When a sweatin' troop train lay
[01:03.91]In a sidin' through the day
[01:06.44]Where the heat would make you bloomin' eyebrows crawl
[01:11.23]We shouted, "Harry by"
[01:13.34]Till our throats were bricky-dry
[01:16.25]Then wopped him 'cause he couldn't serve us all
[01:20.56]He would dot an' carry one
[01:22.92]Till the longest day was done
[01:25.73]An' never seemed to know the use of fear
[01:29.96]If we charged a broke or cut
[01:32.24]You could bet your bloomin' nut
[01:34.78]He'd be waitin' fifty paces right flank rear
[01:39.10]With his mussick on his back
[01:41.51]He would skip to our attack
[01:43.95]An' watch us till the bugles made "Retire"
[01:48.52]An' for all his dirty hide
[01:50.85]He was white, clear white inside
[01:53.40]When he went to tend the wounded under fire
[01:58.34]It was Din, Din, Din
[02:01.32]With the bullets kickin' dust spots on the green
[02:05.26]And when the cartridges ran out
[02:07.93]You could hear the front files shout
[02:11.25]Send ammunition mules, and Gunga Din!
[02:17.48]I shan't forget the night
[02:20.32]When I fell behind the fight
[02:22.89]With a bullet where my belt plate should a' been
[02:27.16]I was chokin' mad with thirst
[02:29.67]An' the man that spied me first
[02:32.07]Was our good old grinnin', gruntin' Gunga Din
[02:36.73]He lifted up my head
[02:38.72]An' he plugged me where I bled
[02:41.34]An' he gave me half a pint of water green
[02:45.91]It was crawlin' and it stunk
[02:48.58]But of all the drinks I've drunk
[02:51.79]I'm most grateful to the one from Gunga Din
[02:56.63]He carried me away
[02:58.93]To where a dooli lay
[03:01.25]An' a bullet came and drilled the beggar clean
[03:06.02]He carried me inside
[03:08.53]An' just before he died
[03:12.08]"I hope you liked your drink," said Gunga Din
[03:16.39]So I'll meet him later on
[03:18.59]In the place where who as gone
[03:21.27]Where it's always double drill and no canteen
[03:25.80]He'll be squattin' on the coals
[03:28.07]Givin' drinks to poor damned souls
[03:31.99]I'll catch a swig in hell from Gunga Din
[03:36.69]It was Din, Din, Din
[03:39.76]You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din
[03:43.64]Tho' I've belted you an' flayed you
[03:46.35]By the livin' God that made you
[03:49.74]You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din
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作词 : Rudyard Kipling
作曲 : James J Croce
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'll 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 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 liked your drink," said Gunga Din
So I'll meet him later on
In the place where who as gone
Where it's always double drill and no canteen
He'll be squattin' on the coals
Givin' drinks to poor damned 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
You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din