Take Me Back To Dear Old Blighty 1916

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 23 May 2005

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,
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,
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.

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
yelled 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.

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.

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 Elizas'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.

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 Micky 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 a 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.

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.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Take Me Back To Dear Old Blighty 1916
Written and Composed by A.J. Mills, Fred. Godfrey & Bennett Scott
© 1916 by Chappell & Co., Ltd., NY
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sequence and karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Monday 23 May 2005 at 13.33
in association with Doug Grierson
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