Florrie Forde - Take me back to dear old blighty

^FJack Dunn, son of a gun, somewhere in France today ^GKeeps fit doing his bit, up to his eyes in ^Cclay ^FEach night after a fight to pass the time a^Gmlong ^AmHe's got a little gramopho^Gne that pla^Cys this song

^FTake me back to dear old Blighty! Put me ^Con the train for London ^Ftown ^C7

Drop me a^G7nywhere Birmingham, Leeds, or Manchester, well, ^C7I don't care! ^FI should love to see my best girl Cuddling up again we soon should ^Bbbe (Whoa!) ^FTiddley-iddley-ighty Hurry me back to ^GBlighty ^CBlighty is the place for ^Fme!

^FOne day, Mickey O'Shea, out in a trench somewhere ^GSo brave, having a shave, trying to part hi^Cs hair ^FMick yells, dodging the shells and lumps of^Gm dynamite: ^Am"Talk of the Crystal Palac^Ge on a fire^Cwork night!"

^FTake me back to dear old Blighty! P^Cut me on the train for L^Fondon town ^C7

D^G7rop me anywhere Birmingham, Leeds, or Manchester, well, ^C7I don't care! ^FI should love to see my best girl Cuddling up again we soon should ^Bbbe (Whoa!) ^FTiddley-iddley-ighty Hurry me back to B^Glighty ^CBlighty is the place for^F me!