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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. Din! Din! Din! You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din! Tho’ I’ve belted you an’ flayed you, By the livin’ gaud that made you, You’re a better man than I am, Gunga Din!