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!
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