We Brits aren't into cadence counting either, but singing can sometimes break out. Some time ago I came across a lovely tale of a company marching up to the line in WWI singing at the tops of their voices and with the captain in the front leading the singing.
Unfortunately, just as they passed some red-tabbed staff officer he was launching into:
"..and he had large balls, balls as heavy as lead,
And with a dextrous twist of his muscular wrist,
He could swing 'em right over his head".
Needless to say, the captain got a right bollocking.