Water, get it! Pannee lao!
You squidgy-nosed old idol, Gunga Din.”
The uniform ’e wore
Was nothin’ much before,
An’ rather less than ’arf o’ that be’ind,
For a piece o’ twisty rag
An’ a goatskin water-bag
Was all the field equipment ’e could find.
When the sweatin’ troop-train lay
In a sidin’ through the day,