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