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Robert W Service - Going Home
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I`m goin` `ome to Blighty — ain`t I glad to `ave the chance!
I`m loaded up wiv fightin`, and I`ve `ad my fill o` France;
I`m feelin` so excited-like, I want to sing and dance,
    For I`m goin` `ome to Blighty in the mawnin`.

I`m goin` `ome to Blighty: can you wonder as I`m gay?
I`ve got a wound I wouldn`t sell for `alf a year o` pay;
A harm that`s mashed to jelly in the nicest sort o` way,
    For it takes me `ome to Blighty in the mawnin`.

`Ow everlastin` keen I was on gettin` to the front!
I`d ginger for a dozen, and I `elped to bear the brunt;
But Cheese and Crust! I`m crazy, now I`ve done me little stunt,
    To sniff the air of Blighty in the mawnin`.

I`ve looked upon the wine that`s white, and on the wine that`s red;
I`ve looked on cider flowin`, till it fairly turned me `ead;
But oh, the finest scoff will be, when all is done and said,
    A pint o` Bass in Blighty in the mawnin`.

I`m goin` back to Blighty, which I left to strafe the `Un;
I`ve fought in bloody battles, and I`ve `ad a `eap of fun;
But now me flipper`s busted, and I think me dooty`s done,
    And I`ll kiss me gel in Blighty in the mawnin`.

Oh, there be furrin` lands to see, and some of `em be fine;
And there be furrin` gels to kiss, and scented furrin` wine;
But there`s no land like England, and no other gel like mine:
    Thank Gawd for dear old Blighty in the mawnin`.
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