human
Din! Din! Din! You limping lump o' brick-dust, Gunga Din! Hi! _Slippy hitherao!_ Water, get it! _Panee lao!_ You squidgy-nosed, old idol, Gunga Din!
gpt
Harry By! Till our throats were bricky-dry, Then we wopped 'im 'cause 'e couldn't serve us all, It was
human
Din! Din! Din! You 'eathen, where the mischief 'ave you been? You put some _juldee_ in it, Or I'll _marrow_ you this minute If you don't fill up my helmet, Gunga Din!
gpt
Retire. An' for all 'is dirty 'ide 'E was white, clear white, inside When 'e went to tend the wounded under fire! It was
human
Din! Din! Din! With the bullets kickin' dust-spots on the green. When the cartridges ran out, You could 'ear the front-files shout:
gpt
Hi! ammunition-mules an' Gunga Din!
human
Din! Din! Din! 'Ere's a beggar with a bullet through 'is spleen; 'E's chawin' up the ground an' 'e's kickin' all around: For Gawd's sake git the water, Gunga Din!
gpt
I 'ope you liked your drink,