Take Me Back To Dear Old Blighty Lyrics
Jack Dunn, son of a gun, over in France today,
Keeps fit doing his bit up
to his eyes in clay.
Each night after a fight to pass the time along,
He's got a little gramophone that plays this song:
Take me back
to dear old Blighty!
Put me on the train for London town!
Take me
over there,
Drop me ANYWHERE,
Liverpool, Leeds, or Birmingham,
well, I don't care!
I should love to see my best girl,
Cuddling up again we soon should be,
WHOA!!!
Tiddley
iddley ighty,
Hurry me home to Blighty,
Blighty is the place for
me!
Bill Spry, started to fly, up in an aeroplane,
In
France, taking a chance, wish'd he was down again.
Poor Bill, feeling so
ill, yell'd out to Pilot Brown:
"Steady a bit, yer fool! we're turning
upside down!"
Take me back to dear old Blighty!
Put me on
the train for London town!
Take me over there,
Drop me ANYWHERE,
Liverpool, Leeds, or Birmingham, well, I don't care!
I should
love to see my best girl,
Cuddling up again we soon should be,
WHOA!!!
Tiddley iddley ighty,
Hurry me home to
Blighty,
Blighty is the place for me!
Jack Lee, having his
tea, says to his pal MacFayne,
"Look, chum, apple and plum! it's apple
and plum again!
Same stuff, isn't it rough? fed up with it I am!
Oh! for a pot of Aunt Eliza's raspb'ry jam!"
Take me back to
dear old Blighty!
Put me on the train for London town!
Take me over
there,
Drop me ANYWHERE,
Liverpool, Leeds, or Birmingham, well, I
don't care!
I should love to see my best girl,
Cuddling up
again we soon should be,
WHOA!!!
Tiddley iddley ighty,
Hurry me home to Blighty,
Blighty is the pl
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