The "Airman's Song Book" has a Coastal Command Version from WW2:

There's many a Hudson just leaving Norway
Bound for old Iceland's shore,
Heavily laden with terrified men
Scared stiff and prone on the floor.
There's many a Heinkel a'pumping out lead,
And many a Messerschmidtt too,
They shot off our panties,
And mucked up our scanties,
So cheer up, my lads, Bless 'Em All.

A few Q. D. M.'s and some jolly good luck
Brought us back to old Iceland's shore.
The cloud it was ten-tenths right down on the deck,
And tried very hard to be more.
The ruddy controllers are driving me mad,
They don't know a map from a chart,
They sit swilling tea, bawling rubbish at me,
They wince at the flight of a dart.
They think that a sextent's* a man of the Church,
And a bearing a little steel ball.
If you talk about bomb-sight
They think that you're half tight
'Cos bombs ain't got no eyes at all.
(* spellings not altered)