Verse
A
We’ve the cholera in camp,
A D A
And it’s worse than forty fights,
E E7
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,
E E7
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,
E
The rains a-falling
E E7
The dead are bushed and stoned
A E7 A
To keep them safe below,
A A
And bands are doing all they can to cheer us
E E7 A D A
The chaplain’s gone and prayed to god to hear us,
A E A
To hear us
A D E7 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,
E E7
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,
E E7 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,
E E7
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,
E E7 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,
E E7
Lieutenants taking companies,
A D A
And captains taking wings,
A
And lances acting sergeants,
They file to obey,
E E7 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,
E E7
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,
E E7 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,
E E7
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,
E E7 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,
E E7
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,
E 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,
E
The rains a-falling
E7
The dead are bushed and stoned
A E A
To keep them safe below,
A
And them that do not like it they can lump it,
E E7 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,
E E7
So we might as well begin to do it now
Verse 8
A
So number one, let down the tent poles slow,
E E7 A
Knock out the pegs and hold the corners oh,
A
Furl up the flies, fold up the ropes and stow,
A D E7 A
Oh strike, Oh strike your camp and go.
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