Verse
E
We’ve the cholera in camp,
E A E
And it’s worse than forty fights,
B B7
And we’re dying in the wilderness,
E A E
The same as Israelites,
E
It’s before us and behind us,
E
And we cannot get away,
B B7
And the doctor’s just reported,
E A E
That we’ve ten more today.
Chorus,
E
Oh strike your camp and go,
E
The bugle’s calling,
B
The rains a-falling
B B7
The dead are bushed and stoned
E B7 E
To keep them safe below,
E E
And bands are doing all they can to cheer us
B B7 E A E
The chaplain’s gone and prayed to god to hear us,
E B E
To hear us
E A B7 E
Oh lord for it’s the killing of us all
Verse 2
E
Since August when it started,
E A E
It’s been sticking to our tail,
B B7
For they’ve had us out by marches,
E A E
And they’ve had us back by rail
E
But it runs as fast as troop trains,
E
And we cannot get away,
B B7 E A E
And the sick list to the Colonel makes ten more today,
Verse 3
E
And there ain’t no fun in women,
E A E
And there ain’t no bite to drink,
B B7
It’s much too wet for shooting,
E A E
We can only march and think.
E
And at evening, down the nullahs,
E
We can hear the jackals say,
B B7 E A E
Get up you rotten beggars you’ve got ten more today,
(Chorus)
Verse 4
E
And it would make a monkey cough
A E
See our way of doing things,
B B7
Lieutenants taking companies,
E A E
And captains taking wings,
E
And lances acting sergeants,
They file to obey,
B B7 E A E
Yes there’s lots of big promotion on ten deaths a day
Verse 5
E
And our colonel’s white and twittery,
A E
And he gets no sleep or food,
B B7
He just mucks about in hospital,
E A E
Where nothing does no good,
E
And he sends us heaps of comfort,
E
All bought from his pay,
B B7 E A E
But there ain’t much comfort handy on ten deaths a day
(Chorus)
Verse 6
E
And our chaplain he’s got a banjo,
A E
And a skinny mule he rides,
B B7
And the stuff he says and sings,
E A E
Oh lord it makes us split our sides,
E
With his black coat-tails a-bobbing,
E
To tara-ra-boom-de-ay,
B B7 E A E
Oh he’s a proper sort of Padre for ten deaths a day,
Verse 7
E
We’ve the cholera in camp,
A E
We’ve got it hot and sweet,
B B7
And it ain’t no Christmas dinner,
E A E
But it’s served and we must eat,
E
And we’ve gone beyond the funking,
E
C’us’ we’ve found it doesn’t pay,
B E A E
And we’re rocking round the district on ten deaths a day
Chorus (Version 2)
E
Oh strike your camp and go,
The bugle’s calling,
B
The rains a-falling
B7
The dead are bushed and stoned
E B E
To keep them safe below,
E
And them that do not like it they can lump it,
B B7 E A E
And them that cannot stand it they can jump it,
E
For we’ve got to die somewhere, some way some how,
B B7
So we might as well begin to do it now
Verse 8
E
So number one, let down the tent poles slow,
B B7 E
Knock out the pegs and hold the corners oh,
E
Furl up the flies, fold up the ropes and stow,
E A B7 E
Oh strike, Oh strike your camp and go.
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