Rhymes of a Red Cross Man

<p><SPAN name="link2H_4_0022" id="link2H_4_0022"></SPAN></p> <br/> <h2> Going Home </h2> <p>I'm goin' 'ome to Blighty&mdash;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/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />