I was never in the Forces, my nearest experience was Army Cadet Force (An Army-run youth organisation, a sort of armed Boy Scouts run on military lines).
We had songs, often handed down from older members or even gleaned from servicemen and adapted.
We had one (1960s/70s) which I, seem to recall as being based on a National Service song "Ginger, You're Barmy" (1950s). Basically the song was the same as one wehich I later, learned from my late Father (pre-WW2 'Militia-man'*). Looking at the lyrics at a later date, it struck me that the song was older than his service and had, in turn, been adapted from a song of Great War vintage (That should fit it in here ;-) )

The bits of My Father's song (that I cam remember) are as follows:

Belisha's Army

Don't want to join,
Don't want to join
Don't want to join Belisha's Army
Up at six o'clock,
Running 'round the block
Fucking great icicles, hanging off your cock

Don't want to join,
Don't want to join
Don't want to join Belisha's Army
Sitting on the grass
Polishing up your brass
Bloody great spiders crawling up your arse

Don't want to join,
Don't want to join
Don't want to join Belisha's Army
Five bob+ a week,
Sod-all to eat
Bloody great blisters hanging off your feet

Don't want to join,
Don't want to join
Don't want to join Belisha's Army
If it wasn't for the war
We'd have fucked-off long before
Hoare-Belisha# - You're barmy!

The song is incomplete - perhaps someone out there has more?

Any use?

W


* Pre WW2 Conscript - Conscripted under the Militia Act, as in interim measure while the National Service Act (1939) was in the House.
+ Five-bob = 25 pence for those too young to remember £.s.d
# Hoare-Belisha was the Ministrer of War in 1939 (also the man who gave us the Belisha beacon at 'zebra' crossings).