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26 Feb 09 - 10:59 AM (#2576424) Subject: Lyr Req: I've a bit of a blighty one (vesta Tilly From: GUEST,Edhat1 Hi, I am looking for the lyrics of a song by Vesta Tilly called I've a bit of a Blighty one, and recorded by her in 1916, but I cannot find the lyrics anywhere. Any ideas welcome,please. Thanks. |
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26 Feb 09 - 12:24 PM (#2576479) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: I've a bit of a blighty one (vesta Tilly From: Jim McLean Go here http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blighty and scroll down where you'll find a link to hear her singing. |
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26 Feb 09 - 08:04 PM (#2576866) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: I've a bit of a blighty one (vesta Tilly From: edhat1 Thanks, although am finding it a bit difficult to hear the words!! |
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27 Feb 09 - 10:29 PM (#2577601) Subject: Lyr Add: A BLIGHTY ONE (from Vesta Tilley) From: Jim Dixon Here it is, partly from various fragments found on the Internet, but checked against the sound file (see link above): (I'VE A BIT OF) A BLIGHTY ONE Herman Darewski/Arthur Wimperis From the revue "As You Were", 1918. As sung by Vesta Tilley 1. Here I am, here I am, Patted and petted as though I were A real live lord In the convalescent ward. It's a treat, lots to eat. Who was it said we were short of meat? But I felt queer When I first got over here. "What is the matter with you?" the M. O. said. I said as they lifted me in my little bed: CHORUS 1: I've a bit of a blighty one, but nothing to speak of, A bit of a blighty one, that's all. All through a splinter from a four-point-two, I'm in blue, but I'm never feeling blue. I'm having a cootchie [cushy?] time but nothing to speak of. I'm treated like a long-lost son. When the saucy little nursie Tucks me in and calls me Percy, Oh, I'm glad I've got this bit of a blighty one. 2. No complaints, no complaints. Ev'ryone's satisfied, no complaints. Just ask my chums And you'll hear them all say "Thumbs!" Yesterday Lady Grey Brought us some chocolates. Oh, I say! Such lovely chocs! We each had a three-pound box. We guzzled those sweets till our faces all turned white, Then, oh, what a casualty list there was that night! CHORUS 2: [Same as above but substitute for lines 7-8:] When they mop my brow with sponges And they feed me on blancmanges, CHORUS 3: [Same as above but substitute:] When I think about my dugout Where I dare not poke me mug out, |
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06 Mar 09 - 08:34 AM (#2582520) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: A Blighty One (from Vesta Tilley) From: edhat1 Many many thanks friends, much appreciated. A great help. Ed, |