I'm goin' 'ome to Blighty -- ain't I glad to 'ave the chance! <br />I'm loaded up wiv fightin', and I've 'ad my fill o' France; <br />I'm feelin' so excited-like, I want to sing and dance, <br /> For I'm goin' 'ome to Blighty in the mawnin'. <br /> <br />I'm goin' 'ome to Blighty: can you wonder as I'm gay? <br />I've got a wound I wouldn't sell for 'alf a year o' pay; <br />A harm that's mashed to jelly in the nicest sort o' way, <br /> For it takes me 'ome to Blighty in the mawnin'. <br /> <br />'Ow everlastin' keen I was on gettin' to the front! <br />I'd ginger for a dozen, and I 'elped to bear the brunt; <br />But Cheese and Crust! I'm crazy, now I've done me little stunt, <br /> To sniff the air of Blighty in the mawnin'. <br /> <br />I've looked upon the wine that's white, and on the wine that's red; <br />I've looked on cider flowin', till it fairly turned me 'ead; <br />But oh, the finest scoff will be, when all is done and said, <br /> A pint o' Bass in Blighty in the mawnin'. <br /> <br />I'm goin' back to Blighty, which I left to strafe the 'Un; <br />I've fought in bloody battles, and I've 'ad a 'eap of fun; <br />But now me flipper's busted, and I think me dooty's done, <br /> And I'll kiss me gel in Blighty in the mawnin'. <br /> <br />Oh, there be furrin' lands to see, and some of 'em be fine; <br />And there be furrin' gels to kiss, and scented furrin' wine; <br />But there's no land like England, and no other gel like mine: <br /> Thank Gawd for dear old Blighty in the mawnin'.<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/going-home/
