Dunno if this bawdy soldier song is in DT or not. WW2 British, it morphed across the water into a GI song. Later it was bowdlerized & popularized as "Bless Em All". Apologies to those of you with senstivities to this sort of thing, but it's historic and on topic.

FUCK EM ALL

Oh they say there's a troopship just leaving Bombay
Bound for old Blighty's shore,
Heavily laden with time-expired men
Bound for the land they adore;
There's many a twat just finishing his time,
There's many a cunt signing on;
You'll get no promotion this side of the ocean,
So cheer up my lads, fuck 'em all!
Chorus: Fuck 'em all!
Fuck 'em all!

The long and the short and the tall;
Fuck all the Sergeants and W.O.l.'s,
Fuck all the corporals and their bastard sons;
For we're saying goodbye to them all,
As up the C.O.'s arse they crawl;
You'll get no promotion this side of the ocean,
So cheer up my lads, fuck 'em all!

The Fleet Air Arm of the British Royal Navy had its own version, as did the U.S. Army Air Force both in World War 2 and in the Korean War. Numerous adaptations circulated in the Pacific theatre, including the following.

They called for the army to come to Tulagi,
But Douglas MacArthur said no;
They said there's a reason,
It isn't the season,
Besides there's no USO.
Chorus: Fuck 'em all! Fuck 'em all!

The long, the short, the tall;
Fuck all the Pelicans and Dogfaces too,
Fuck all the generals and above all fuck you!
So we're saying goodbye to them all,
As back to our foxholes we crawl;
There'll be no promotion on MacArthur's blue ocean,
So cheer up Gyrenes, fuck 'em all.

Two additional verses circulating in the Marine Corps were:

They sent for the Navy to come to Tulagi,
The gallant Navy agreed;
With one thousand sections
In different directions,
My God! What a fucked-up stampede!
Chorus: Fuck 'em all, etc.

They sent for the nurses to come overseas,
The reason was perfectly clear,
To make a good marriage and push a carriage
While fucking all hands, my dear!

Chorus: Fuck 'em all, etc.

Finally a version collected from a G.I. returning from Germany.

Just think of the boys at the front,
No beer, no whisky, no cunt;
They sit in their trenches
And think of their wenches,
So cheer up, my boys, fuck 'em all! etc.