Florrie Forde – Take Me Back to Dear Old Blighty Lyrics
Artist: Florrie Forde
Song: Take Me Back to Dear Old Blighty
Jack Dunn, son of a gun, somewhere 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
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!
One day, Mickey O’Shea, out in a trench somewhere
So brave, having a shave, trying to part his hair
Mick yells, dodging the shells and lumps of dynamite:
“Talk of the Crystal Palace
On a firework night
!”
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!
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Release Year: 2006