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Sure a little bit of shrapnel fell from out the sky one day, And it nestled in my shoulder in a kind and loving way, And when the M.O. saw it, Sure it looked so sweet and fair, He said "You're off to Blighty, They will fix you up back there." So he sprinkled it with iodine, to keep the germs away, It's the only way to stop them no matter what you say, But before I left the CCS. he changed his fickle mind, And he marked me down for duty and he sent me up the line.

Take me back to dear old Canada, Put me on the boat for old St. John, Take me over there, drop me anywhere, Toronto, Hull or Montreal, well I don't care. I should love to see my best girl, Cuddling up again we soon should be, Whoa, Tiddley, iddley, ighty, I'd sooner be there than Blighty, Canada is the place for me.

When you're going to the farm, with your rifle on your arm Take it from me, you'd better watch old Fritz or he Will send a whiz-bang there, stealing softly through the air, The memory haunts you, the lobster wants you, Keep away from Zillebeke, dear old Zillebeke, away from Zillebeke Farm.

Dear Fritz, who hands the blighties out so free, Please save a nice sweet cushy one for me, One that will strike me just below the knee, Six months in blighty, oh how sweet t'would be.