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Oh! Take me back to dear old Blighty, Put me on the train for London Town, Take me anywhere, Drop me anywhere, Liverpool, Leeds or Birmingham But I don't care, I should like to see my I don't bless them Farewell to this land's cheerless marshes Hemme

Oh mother, i can feel the soil falling over my head And as i climb into an empty bed oh well, enough said I know it's over still i cling, i don't know where else i can go Over and over..... Oh mother, i can feel the soil falling over my head See the

Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking When I said I'd like to smash every tooth In your head Oh...sweetness, sweetness, I was only joking When I said by rights you should be Bludgeoned in your bed And now I know how Joan of Arc felt Now I know how J