Right, are ye ready?
I have a partial answer for you.
HELLS BELLS was published in the Orkney blast.
Excuse spellings.

The bloody Sassenachs have come
With bugle call and tuck o drum
With smell of beer and army rum.
The cheeky sods

What right have they to criticise
Who blow their trumpet to the skies
But all our folk and homes despise
The bloody clods.

We love the wind, we love the rain
We do have curbs and likewise drains
We have no trams or railway trains
But ships and luggers.

Oh, could we hear the farewell knell
Of old St. Magnus's church's bell
To send them all to bloody hell
The cocky buggers.


There is no author noted.
Wait there is more.
The typist (who was Orcadian) who typed Hamish Blair's verses sent back a reply with her typed manuscript, it goes...


Returned herewith your bloody rot
And what a bloody nerve you've got
Get a bloody southerner to type
Your bloody, bloody awful tripe.
Remember I'm an Orcadian buddy
And proud of it too
Oh bloody, bloody


However, the full length poem that starts...


This bloody war's a bloody cuss
For what it's brought to bloody us........


I am getting a copy of it and will post it if you can wait. It's about 15 verses long.
Hope this is useful.
Cheers
eric