John's Glasgow verse from the War reminds me of one we sang in Hampshire in the 1940s. It went to the tune of 'My Old Man's A Dustman';
My old man's a dustman,
He wears a dustman's hat,
He shot down twenty Jerries,
Now what do you think of that?
One fell here, one fell there,
One fell round the corner,
One poor soul with a bullet up his hole
Kept crying out for water.
Water, water, water, water came at last,
I don't want your water so stick it up your arse.
I love these old traditional ballads of peace and brotherhood!