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Screw​-​Guns

from Rudyard Kipling 3 by Toby Darling

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Screw-Guns (Rudyard Kipling)

Em C D Em G D
SMOKIN’ my pipe on the mountings, sniffin’ the mornin’ cool,
Am C G Am C Em
I walks in my old brown gaiters along o’ my old brown mule,
Am D Am D
With seventy gunners be’ind me, an’ never a beggar forgets
C D Am C D Em
It’s only the pick of the Army that handles the dear little pets—’Tss! ’Tss!

Chorus:
C D Em G D Am
For you all love the screw-guns the screw-guns they all love you!
G Bm C D Em G D
So when we call round with a few guns, o’ course you will know what to do—hoo! hoo!
C D Em G D Am
Jest send in your Chief an’ surrender it’s worse if you fights or you runs:
C D Em G C D B7
You can go where you please, you can skid up the trees, but you don’t get away from the guns!

They sends us along where the roads are, but mostly we goes where they ain’t:
We’d climb up the side of a sign-board an’ trust to the stick o’ the paint:
We’ve chivied the Naga an’ Looshai, we’ve give the Afreedeeman fits,
For we fancies ourselves at two thousand, we guns that are built in two bits—’Tss! ’Tss!

If a man doesn’t work, why, we drills ’im an’ teaches ’im ’ow to behave;
If a beggar can’t march, why, we kills ’im an’ rattles ’im into ’is grave.
You’ve got to stand up to our business an’ spring without snatchin’ or fuss.
D’you say that you sweat with the field-guns? By God, you must lather with us—’Tss! ’Tss!

The eagles is screamin’ around us, the river’s a-moanin’ below,
We’re clear o’ the pine an’ the oak-scrub, we’re out on the rocks an’ the snow,
An’ the wind is as thin as a whip-lash what carries away to the plains
The rattle an’ stamp o’ the lead-mules the jinglety-jink o’ the chains—’Tss! ’Tss!


There’s a wheel on the Horns o’ the Mornin’, an’ a wheel on the edge o’ the Pit,
An’ a drop into nothin’ beneath you as straight as a beggar can spit:
With the sweat runnin’ out o’ your shirt-sleeves, an’ the sun off the snow in your face,
An’ ’arf o’ the men on the drag-ropes to hold the old gun in ’er place—’Tss! ’Tss!

Smokin’ my pipe on the mountings, sniffin’ the mornin’ cool,
I climbs in my old brown gaiters along o’ my old brown mule.
The monkey can say what our road was the wild-goat ’e knows where we passed.
Stand easy, you long-eared old darlin’s! Out drag-ropes! With shrapnel! Hold fast—’Tss! ’Tss!

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from Rudyard Kipling 3, released April 22, 2016

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Toby Darling Penang, Malaysia

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