Verse
F
We’ve the cholera in camp,
F A# F
And it’s worse than forty fights,
C C7
And we’re dying in the wilderness,
F A# F
The same as Israelites,
F
It’s before us and behind us,
F
And we cannot get away,
C C7
And the doctor’s just reported,
F A# 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 C7
The dead are bushed and stoned
F C7 F
To keep them safe below,
F F
And bands are doing all they can to cheer us
C C7 F A# F
The chaplain’s gone and prayed to god to hear us,
F C F
To hear us
F A# C7 F
Oh lord for it’s the killing of us all
Verse 2
F
Since August when it started,
F A# F
It’s been sticking to our tail,
C C7
For they’ve had us out by marches,
F A# 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 C7 F A# F
And the sick list to the Colonel makes ten more today,
Verse 3
F
And there ain’t no fun in women,
F A# F
And there ain’t no bite to drink,
C C7
It’s much too wet for shooting,
F A# F
We can only march and think.
F
And at evening, down the nullahs,
F
We can hear the jackals say,
C C7 F A# F
Get up you rotten beggars you’ve got ten more today,
(Chorus)
Verse 4
F
And it would make a monkey cough
A# F
See our way of doing things,
C C7
Lieutenants taking companies,
F A# F
And captains taking wings,
F
And lances acting sergeants,
They file to obey,
C C7 F A# F
Yes there’s lots of big promotion on ten deaths a day
Verse 5
F
And our colonel’s white and twittery,
A# F
And he gets no sleep or food,
C C7
He just mucks about in hospital,
F A# F
Where nothing does no good,
F
And he sends us heaps of comfort,
F
All bought from his pay,
C C7 F A# 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,
A# F
And a skinny mule he rides,
C C7
And the stuff he says and sings,
F A# 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 C7 F A# F
Oh he’s a proper sort of Padre for ten deaths a day,
Verse 7
F
We’ve the cholera in camp,
A# F
We’ve got it hot and sweet,
C C7
And it ain’t no Christmas dinner,
F A# 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 A# 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
C7
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 C7 F A# F
And them that cannot stand it they can jump it,
F
For we’ve got to die somewhere, some way some how,
C C7
So we might as well begin to do it now
Verse 8
F
So number one, let down the tent poles slow,
C C7 F
Knock out the pegs and hold the corners oh,
F
Furl up the flies, fold up the ropes and stow,
F A# C7 F
Oh strike, Oh strike your camp and go.
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