OK to start with NO1 in the book :- The Bold Aviator or The Dying Airman, sung to the tune of The Tarpaulin Jacket (1st of 3 versions)

Oh the bold Aviator was dying, as 'neath the wreckage he lay, he lay
To the sobbing mechanics about him these last parting words he did say
Two valve springs you'll find in my stomach, two spark plugs are safe in my lung,
The prop is in splinters inside me, To my fingers the joystick has clung

Oh had I the wings of a turtle dove, far away far away I would fly
Straight to the arms of my true love And there I would lay me and die
Take the propeller boss out of my liver Take the aileron out of my thigh
From the seat of my pants take the piston and see if the old crate will fly

Then get you two little tombstones Put them one at my head and my toe
And get you a penknife and scratch there here Lies a Poor Pilot Below
Take the cylinders out of my kidneys, the connecting rod out of my brain
From the small of my back take the crankshaft and assemble the engine again

And get you six brandies and sodas And lay them all out in a row
And get you six other good airmen to Drink to this pilot below
Two lines as previous verse!!

And when at the Court of Enquiry They ask for the reason I died
Please say I forgot twice iota Was the minimum angle of glide
Same two lines as above !!

And when I join the Air Force Way up way up in the sky
Let's hope that they know twice iota is the minimum angle of glide
Same two lines again --nearly a chorus !!

Last verse of version two :-

Who minds to the dust returning, And who shrinks from the sable shore
Where the high and lofty yearning of the soul shall be no more
So stand to your glasses steady, this world is a world full of lies
Here's a health to the dead already and Hurrah for the next man who dies.