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dorothy ward - take me back to dear old blighty lyrics

[verse 1]
jack dunn, son of a gun, somewhere in france to+day
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

[chorus]
take me back to dear old blighty, put me on the train for london town
take me over there, drop me anywhere
birmingham, leeds, or manchester — 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 back to blighty
blighty is the place for me

[verse 2]
bill spry started to fly up in aeroplane
in francе, taking a chance, wished he was down again
poor bill, feeling so ill, yеlled out to pilot brown:
“steady a bit, yer a fool, we’re turning upside down!”

[verse 3]
jock 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”
[verse 1]
jack dunn, son of a gun, somewhere in france to+day
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

[verse 4]
one day, mickey o’shea, out in a trench somewhere
so brave, having a shave, trying to part his hair
mick yells (dodging the sh+lls and lumps of dynamite)
“talk of the crystal palace on a firework night!”

- dorothy ward lyrics

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