Gunga Din, Dude its it's really too bad
Skip to Content Show Menu POETRY FOUNDATION POEMS POETS PROSE COLLECTIONS LISTEN LEARN VISIT POETRY MAGAZINE ABOUT US Newsletter Subscribe Give Search Gunga Din BY RUDYARD KIPLING 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 lick the bloomin’ boots of ’im that’s got it. Now in Injia’s sunny clime, Where I used to spend my time A-servin’ of ’Er Majesty the Queen, Of all them blackfaced 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, g...