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florrie forde - take me back to dear old blighty كلمات أغنية

[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 p-ss 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 sh-lls and lumps of dynamite:
“talk of the crystal palace on a firework night!”

- florrie forde

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