"THE SHORES OF OLD BLIGHTY"

BOB FOX & STU LUCKLEY

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=38VbKlV4q8Q

We’re two hundred soldiers on a troop carrying ship,
All dressed in our uniforms brown,
We’re all bound for Germany on a night trip,
serving our nation and crown.

Chorus (after each verse):
And the shores of old Blighty we’re leaving behind,
The dim lights of Harwich are fading away.
When we get to Germany how will we find
Life on a serviceman's pay, sergeant,
Life on a serviceman's pay.

We’re two hundred squaddies, all barely but men,
And all with numbers instead of our names.
Oh, how I wish I could come home again,
each one is thinking the same.

We're two hundred conscripts all asleep down below,
'Til the sergeant he wakes us at dawn.
When the lowlands of Holland by the rising sun show,
Then it’s down on the quay we will form.