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