Verse
G
We’ve the cholera in camp,
G C G
And it’s worse than forty fights,
D D7
And we’re dying in the wilderness,
G C G
The same as Israelites,
G
It’s before us and behind us,
G
And we cannot get away,
D D7
And the doctor’s just reported,
G C G
That we’ve ten more today.
Chorus,
G
Oh strike your camp and go,
G
The bugle’s calling,
D
The rains a-falling
D D7
The dead are bushed and stoned
G D7 G
To keep them safe below,
G G
And bands are doing all they can to cheer us
D D7 G C G
The chaplain’s gone and prayed to god to hear us,
G D G
To hear us
G C D7 G
Oh lord for it’s the killing of us all
Verse 2
G
Since August when it started,
G C G
It’s been sticking to our tail,
D D7
For they’ve had us out by marches,
G C G
And they’ve had us back by rail
G
But it runs as fast as troop trains,
G
And we cannot get away,
D D7 G C G
And the sick list to the Colonel makes ten more today,
Verse 3
G
And there ain’t no fun in women,
G C G
And there ain’t no bite to drink,
D D7
It’s much too wet for shooting,
G C G
We can only march and think.
G
And at evening, down the nullahs,
G
We can hear the jackals say,
D D7 G C G
Get up you rotten beggars you’ve got ten more today,
(Chorus)
Verse 4
G
And it would make a monkey cough
C G
See our way of doing things,
D D7
Lieutenants taking companies,
G C G
And captains taking wings,
G
And lances acting sergeants,
They file to obey,
D D7 G C G
Yes there’s lots of big promotion on ten deaths a day
Verse 5
G
And our colonel’s white and twittery,
C G
And he gets no sleep or food,
D D7
He just mucks about in hospital,
G C G
Where nothing does no good,
G
And he sends us heaps of comfort,
G
All bought from his pay,
D D7 G C G
But there ain’t much comfort handy on ten deaths a day
(Chorus)
Verse 6
G
And our chaplain he’s got a banjo,
C G
And a skinny mule he rides,
D D7
And the stuff he says and sings,
G C G
Oh lord it makes us split our sides,
G
With his black coat-tails a-bobbing,
G
To tara-ra-boom-de-ay,
D D7 G C G
Oh he’s a proper sort of Padre for ten deaths a day,
Verse 7
G
We’ve the cholera in camp,
C G
We’ve got it hot and sweet,
D D7
And it ain’t no Christmas dinner,
G C G
But it’s served and we must eat,
G
And we’ve gone beyond the funking,
G
C’us’ we’ve found it doesn’t pay,
D G C G
And we’re rocking round the district on ten deaths a day
Chorus (Version 2)
G
Oh strike your camp and go,
The bugle’s calling,
D
The rains a-falling
D7
The dead are bushed and stoned
G D G
To keep them safe below,
G
And them that do not like it they can lump it,
D D7 G C G
And them that cannot stand it they can jump it,
G
For we’ve got to die somewhere, some way some how,
D D7
So we might as well begin to do it now
Verse 8
G
So number one, let down the tent poles slow,
D D7 G
Knock out the pegs and hold the corners oh,
G
Furl up the flies, fold up the ropes and stow,
G C D7 G
Oh strike, Oh strike your camp and go.
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