Me mate used to sing a Parody of the Green fields of France..I canna remeber really any of it except some of the Chorus which went...

They didn't beat the drum slowly,
They never player the Fyfe lowly,
They never played the death march as they lowered you down,
And the coffin was plywood and porous..
and the Band played football in the Forest.

Davy Arther was mentioned in the last verse..
Well, that's all I can remember.. any help please.

As Aye,

Phil.