’E’s chawin’ up the ground,
An’ ’e’s kickin’ all around:
For Gawd’s sake git the water, Gunga Din!”
’E carried me away
To where a dooli lay,
An’ a bullet came and drilled the beggar clean.
’E put me safe inside,
An’ just before ’e died:
“I ’ope you like your drink,” sez Gunga Din.
So I’ll meet ’im later on