Verse
A#
We’ve the cholera in camp,
A# D# A#
And it’s worse than forty fights,
F F7
And we’re dying in the wilderness,
A# D# A#
The same as Israelites,
A#
It’s before us and behind us,
A#
And we cannot get away,
F F7
And the doctor’s just reported,
A# D# A#
That we’ve ten more today.
Chorus,
A#
Oh strike your camp and go,
A#
The bugle’s calling,
F
The rains a-falling
F F7
The dead are bushed and stoned
A# F7 A#
To keep them safe below,
A# A#
And bands are doing all they can to cheer us
F F7 A# D# A#
The chaplain’s gone and prayed to god to hear us,
A# F A#
To hear us
A# D# F7 A#
Oh lord for it’s the killing of us all
Verse 2
A#
Since August when it started,
A# D# A#
It’s been sticking to our tail,
F F7
For they’ve had us out by marches,
A# D# A#
And they’ve had us back by rail
A#
But it runs as fast as troop trains,
A#
And we cannot get away,
F F7 A# D# A#
And the sick list to the Colonel makes ten more today,
Verse 3
A#
And there ain’t no fun in women,
A# D# A#
And there ain’t no bite to drink,
F F7
It’s much too wet for shooting,
A# D# A#
We can only march and think.
A#
And at evening, down the nullahs,
A#
We can hear the jackals say,
F F7 A# D# A#
Get up you rotten beggars you’ve got ten more today,
(Chorus)
Verse 4
A#
And it would make a monkey cough
D# A#
See our way of doing things,
F F7
Lieutenants taking companies,
A# D# A#
And captains taking wings,
A#
And lances acting sergeants,
They file to obey,
F F7 A# D# A#
Yes there’s lots of big promotion on ten deaths a day
Verse 5
A#
And our colonel’s white and twittery,
D# A#
And he gets no sleep or food,
F F7
He just mucks about in hospital,
A# D# A#
Where nothing does no good,
A#
And he sends us heaps of comfort,
A#
All bought from his pay,
F F7 A# D# A#
But there ain’t much comfort handy on ten deaths a day
(Chorus)
Verse 6
A#
And our chaplain he’s got a banjo,
D# A#
And a skinny mule he rides,
F F7
And the stuff he says and sings,
A# D# A#
Oh lord it makes us split our sides,
A#
With his black coat-tails a-bobbing,
A#
To tara-ra-boom-de-ay,
F F7 A# D# A#
Oh he’s a proper sort of Padre for ten deaths a day,
Verse 7
A#
We’ve the cholera in camp,
D# A#
We’ve got it hot and sweet,
F F7
And it ain’t no Christmas dinner,
A# D# A#
But it’s served and we must eat,
A#
And we’ve gone beyond the funking,
A#
C’us’ we’ve found it doesn’t pay,
F A# D# A#
And we’re rocking round the district on ten deaths a day
Chorus (Version 2)
A#
Oh strike your camp and go,
The bugle’s calling,
F
The rains a-falling
F7
The dead are bushed and stoned
A# F A#
To keep them safe below,
A#
And them that do not like it they can lump it,
F F7 A# D# A#
And them that cannot stand it they can jump it,
A#
For we’ve got to die somewhere, some way some how,
F F7
So we might as well begin to do it now
Verse 8
A#
So number one, let down the tent poles slow,
F F7 A#
Knock out the pegs and hold the corners oh,
A#
Furl up the flies, fold up the ropes and stow,
A# D# F7 A#
Oh strike, Oh strike your camp and go.
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