I shan't forgit the night 
When I dropped be'ind the fight 
With a bullet where my belt-plate should 'a' been. 
I was chokin' mad with thirst, 
An' the man that spied me first 
Was our good old grinnin', gruntin' Gunga Din. 
'E lifted up my 'ead, An' he plugged me where I bled, 
An' 'e guv me 'arf-a-pint o' water-green: It was crawlin' and it stunk, 
But of all the drinks I've drunk, I'm gratefullest to one from Gunga Din.   
 It was "Din! Din! Din!   '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!"