Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song (Take Me Back To) Dear Old Blighty , by - Kevin Coyne. Song from the album Dynamite Daze, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.2009
Record label: Virgin
Song language: English
(Take Me Back To) Dear Old Blighty |
| 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, |
| 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 place for me! |
| One day Mickey O’Shea stood in a trench somewhere, |
| So brave, having a shave, and 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, |
| 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! |