Florrie Forde — Take Me Back to Dear Old Blighty

[Verse 1] 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 [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] 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!" [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!