Din! "Get hence, the hearse is at your door—the grim black stallions wait— "They bear your clay to place to-day. Din! 'E carried me away   To where a dooli lay,   An' a bullet come an' drilled the beggar clean.

'E lifted up my 'ead,   An' 'e plugged me where I bled,   An' 'e guv me 'arf-a-pint o' water—green;      It was crawlin' an' it stunk,   But of all the drinks I've drunk,   I'm gratefullest to one from Gunga Din. I was chokin' mad with thirst,      An' the man that spied me first   Was our good old grinnin', gruntin' Gunga Din. Now in Injia's sunny clime,   Where I used to spend my time   A-servin' of 'Er Majesty the Queen,   Of all them black-faced crew      The finest man I knew   Was our regimental bhisti, Gunga Din. After the defeat of Bonnie Prince Charlie at Culloden and his escape back to France, with the aid of Flora MacDonald, there were still many who hoped that he would return, some day. - Will Ye No Come Back Again? Hi! An' 'e guv me 'arf-a-pint o' water—green; '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!". You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din! Joseph Rudyard Kipling is best known for his novels The Jungle Book, The Second Jungle Book, and Kim, and his most famous poem, "If—". Opinions expressed here are solely those of the posters, ... but finally got going with real enthusiaim again around the holidays--no sidetracks, paint at least an hour a day, etc. With 'is mussick on 'is back,   'E would skip with our attack,   An' watch us till the bugles made "Retire." An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot it; An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it. © Academy of American Poets, 75 Maiden Lane, Suite 901, New York, NY 10038. An' rather less than 'arf o' that be'ind. An' for all 'is dirty 'ide,   'E was white, clear white, inside      When 'e went to tend the wounded under fire! It was "Din! "I 'ope you liked your drink," sez Gunga Din.
An' 'e didn't seem to know the use o' fear. '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!".

Din! slippy hitherao!

Auld Lang Syne (1788) (uncredited) ... Will Ye No Come Back Again? You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din. (1744) (uncredited) Written by Henry Carey Incorporated into the music score . Gunga Din - You may talk o' gin an' beer. Topic. With the bullets kickin' dust-spots on the green. "Will Ye No Come Back--Gunga Din Soundtrack?" Din! Then we wopped 'im 'cause 'e couldn't serve us all. You may talk o' gin an' beer   When you're quartered safe out 'ere,   An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot it;   But if it comes to slaughter   You will do your work on water,            An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it. Panee lao! It was "Din! If you don't fill up my helmet, Gunga Din!". Din! Tho' I've belted you an' flayed you,       By the livin' Gawd that made you,       You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din! 'E'd be waitin' fifty paces right flank rear. Din! Din! Was all the field-equipment 'e could find. When 'e went to tend the wounded under fire! God Save the King! See also. 'E put me safe inside,   An' just before 'e died:   "I 'ope you liked your drink," sez Gunga Din. When the sweatin' troop-train lay   In a sidin' through the day,      Where the 'eat would make your bloomin' eyebrows crawl,   We shouted "Harry By!" It was "Din! Soundtrack Credits . Here is a song about that sentiment, written by Carolina … You squidgy-nosed old idol, Gunga Din!". It was "Din! Water, get it! Din! ammunition-mules an' Gunga Din!". Gunga Din (1939) Soundtracks. When the cartridges ran out,       You could 'ear the front-files shout:          "Hi! With the bullets kickin' dust-spots on the green.
With a bullet where my belt-plate should 'a' been. You 'eathen, where the mischief 'ave you been? You limping lump o' brick-dust, Gunga Din! Din! I sha'n't forgit the night   When I dropped be'ind the fight   With a bullet where my belt-plate should 'a' been.

You 'eathen, where the mischief 'ave you been? Till our throats were bricky-dry,   Then we wopped 'im 'cause 'e couldn't serve us all. All members in good standing are free to post here. Din! Where the 'eat would make your bloomin' eyebrows crawl. Din!" An' a bullet come an' drilled the beggar clean. You put some juldee in it,       Or I'll marrow you this minute,       If you don't fill up my helmet, Gunga Din!". The uniform 'e wore   Was nothin' much before,   An' rather less than 'arf o' that be'ind,      For a twisty piece o' rag   An' a goatskin water-bag   Was all the field-equipment 'e could find. An' watch us till the bugles made "Retire.". You limping lump o' brick-dust, Gunga Din! ... get ye back to the flesh again for the sake of Man's repute. Was our good old grinnin', gruntin' Gunga Din. 'E would dot an' carry one      Till the longest day was done,   An' 'e didn't seem to know the use o' fear. So I'll meet 'im later on   In the place where 'e is gone—      Where it's always double drill and no canteen;   'E'll be squattin' on the coals   Givin' drink to pore damned souls,   An' I'll get a swig in Hell from Gunga Din! (uncredited) Written by Lady Carolina Nairne. Where it's always double drill and no canteen; An' I'll get a swig in Hell from Gunga Din! If we charged or broke or cut,   You could bet your bloomin' nut,   'E'd be waitin' fifty paces right flank rear.

"I'm all o'er-sib to Adam's breed that I should mock your pain, "But look that ye win to a worthier sin ere ye come back again. 6 Posts.