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Taylor Holmes - Gunga Din / Boots album flac

  • Performer: Taylor Holmes
  • Album: Gunga Din / Boots
  • FLAC: 1231 mb | MP3: 1229 mb
  • Released: 1915
  • Country: US
  • Style: Spoken Word, Poetry
  • Rating: 4.2/5
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Taylor Holmes - Gunga Din / Boots album flac

Tracklist

A Gunga Din
B Boots

Companies, etc.

  • Record Company – Victor Talking Machine Co.

Credits

  • Voice Actor – Taylor Holmes
  • Written-By – Kipling*

Notes

Recitation
Both sides recorded 7/8/1915 New York, New York

Other versions

Category Artist Title (Format) Label Category Country Year
55057 Taylor Holmes Gunga Din / Boots ‎(Shellac, 12", RP) Victor 55057 US 1919

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Gunga Din’ - taken from the new album ‘Anthems for Doomed Youth’ – released 4th Sept 2015

Boots" imagines the repetitive thoughts of a British Army infantryman marching by forced marches in South Africa during the Second Boer War (which had ended in 1902)  . The recording of Taylor Holmes reciting the poem was used for its psychological effect in the . 1915 – Taylor Holmes (spoken word) Victor B 55057. 1929 – Peter Dawson HMV B 3072.

Gunga Din" is an 1890 poem by Rudyard Kipling, set in British India. The poem is much-remembered by its final line: "You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din", often quoted in the UK in reaction to self-praise. Tho' I've belted you and flayed you, By the livin' Gawd that made you, You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din! from "Gunga Din".

Gunga Din. Recitation, unaccompanied. The shooting of Dan McGrew. Recitation, with piano.

You limpin’ lump o’ brick-dust, Gunga Din! ‘Hi! Slippy hitherao. Water, get it! Panee lao, ‘You squidgy-nosed old idol, Gunga Di. The uniform ’e wore. Was nothin’ much before, An’ rather less than ’arf o’ that be’ind, For a piece o’ twisty rag. An’ a goatskin water-bag. Was all the field-equipment ’e could find. You could hear the front-ranks shout, ‘Hi! ammunition-mules an' Gunga Din!’ I shan’t forgit the night. When I dropped be’ind the fight. With a bullet where my belt-plate should ’a’ been. I was chokin’ mad with thirst, An’ the man that spied me first. Was our good old grinnin’, gruntin’ Gunga Din. ’E lifted up my ’ead, An’ he plugged me where I bled

Gunga Din, grinning and grunting, was the first to find him. He lifted up the soldier's head and staunched his wound and gave him the only water he had, even though it was green and slimy. This was still the best drink the soldier had ever tasted. He remembered his words – there was a man with a bullet in his spleen groveling on the ground, and "For Gawd's sake git the water, Gunga Din!" Gunga Din carried him away, but the native was struck with a bullet. Right before he died he got the soldier inside and said he hoped he had enjoyed his drink

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