Keeps fit doing his bit, up to his eyes in clay
Each night after the 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 a train to 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 would be, Whoa
Tidley-idley-iti, 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, wished he was down again
Poor Bill feeling so ill, yelled out to pilot Brown
'Steady a bit, yer fool, we're turning upside down.'
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Jack Lee having his tea, says to his pal Mac Fayne
'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 Elizer's raspberry jam.'
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One day, Mickey O' Shea, stood in a trench somewhere
So brave, having a shave, trying to part his hair
Mickey yells (dodging the shells and lumps of dynamite)
Talk of the Crystal Palace on a fireworks night.
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