Verse
D
We’ve the cholera in camp,
D G D
And it’s worse than forty fights,
A A7
And we’re dying in the wilderness,
D G D
The same as Israelites,
D
It’s before us and behind us,
D
And we cannot get away,
A A7
And the doctor’s just reported,
D G D
That we’ve ten more today.
Chorus,
D
Oh strike your camp and go,
D
The bugle’s calling,
A
The rains a-falling
A A7
The dead are bushed and stoned
D A7 D
To keep them safe below,
D D
And bands are doing all they can to cheer us
A A7 D G D
The chaplain’s gone and prayed to god to hear us,
D A D
To hear us
D G A7 D
Oh lord for it’s the killing of us all
Verse 2
D
Since August when it started,
D G D
It’s been sticking to our tail,
A A7
For they’ve had us out by marches,
D G D
And they’ve had us back by rail
D
But it runs as fast as troop trains,
D
And we cannot get away,
A A7 D G D
And the sick list to the Colonel makes ten more today,
Verse 3
D
And there ain’t no fun in women,
D G D
And there ain’t no bite to drink,
A A7
It’s much too wet for shooting,
D G D
We can only march and think.
D
And at evening, down the nullahs,
D
We can hear the jackals say,
A A7 D G D
Get up you rotten beggars you’ve got ten more today,
(Chorus)
Verse 4
D
And it would make a monkey cough
G D
See our way of doing things,
A A7
Lieutenants taking companies,
D G D
And captains taking wings,
D
And lances acting sergeants,
They file to obey,
A A7 D G D
Yes there’s lots of big promotion on ten deaths a day
Verse 5
D
And our colonel’s white and twittery,
G D
And he gets no sleep or food,
A A7
He just mucks about in hospital,
D G D
Where nothing does no good,
D
And he sends us heaps of comfort,
D
All bought from his pay,
A A7 D G D
But there ain’t much comfort handy on ten deaths a day
(Chorus)
Verse 6
D
And our chaplain he’s got a banjo,
G D
And a skinny mule he rides,
A A7
And the stuff he says and sings,
D G D
Oh lord it makes us split our sides,
D
With his black coat-tails a-bobbing,
D
To tara-ra-boom-de-ay,
A A7 D G D
Oh he’s a proper sort of Padre for ten deaths a day,
Verse 7
D
We’ve the cholera in camp,
G D
We’ve got it hot and sweet,
A A7
And it ain’t no Christmas dinner,
D G D
But it’s served and we must eat,
D
And we’ve gone beyond the funking,
D
C’us’ we’ve found it doesn’t pay,
A D G D
And we’re rocking round the district on ten deaths a day
Chorus (Version 2)
D
Oh strike your camp and go,
The bugle’s calling,
A
The rains a-falling
A7
The dead are bushed and stoned
D A D
To keep them safe below,
D
And them that do not like it they can lump it,
A A7 D G D
And them that cannot stand it they can jump it,
D
For we’ve got to die somewhere, some way some how,
A A7
So we might as well begin to do it now
Verse 8
D
So number one, let down the tent poles slow,
A A7 D
Knock out the pegs and hold the corners oh,
D
Furl up the flies, fold up the ropes and stow,
D G A7 D
Oh strike, Oh strike your camp and go.
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