Arthur Fields "Take Me Back To Dear Old Blighty" Columbia A2451 (1917) World War I song, WWI, LYRICS

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Arthur Fields

"Take Me Back To Dear Old Blighty"

Columbia A2451

1917

Jack Dunn son of a gun over in France today
Keeps fit doing his bit, up to his eyes in clay.
Each night after the fight to pass the time along
He uses 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.
Liverpool, Leeds, or Birmingham--well, I don't care.

I should love to see my best girl. Cuddling up
again we soon would be. 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.'

Jock 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.'

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.

* [or] Jack Dunn strafing the Hun somewhere in France today