From Tommy's Tunes: A Comprehensive Collection of Soldiers' Songs, Marching Melodies, Rude Rhymes, and Popular Parodies,... by Frederick Thomas Nettleingham (London: Erskine Macdonald, Ltd., 1917), page 37:


I DON'T WANT TO BE A SOLDIER.
Tune: "Come, My Lad, and Be a Soldier."

I don't want to be a soldier,
I don't want to go to war;
I'd rather roam
Here at home,
And keep myself on the earnings of a lady typist.*
I don't want a bayonet in my stomach,
Nor my eyelids shot away,
For I am quite happy
With my mammy and my pappy—
So I wouldn't be a soldier any day.


[* Another one of those word substitutions which, by its lack of rhyme and excess of syllables, calls attention to itself. I like to think this clever bit of wordplay was used by the singing soldiers themselves for humorous effect, and not invented by the editor to bowdlerize the original text—but who knows?]