Loads of parodies from the wars
I never knew if there was any more of this one from WW2
Tune obvious.

That lovely night, the night we met
There were whistling bombs in the air,
No bankers dining at The Ritz
And the refugees slept in Berkley Square.

I may be right, I may be wrong,
But the newspapers say it's no lie.
The rich folk's children sailed away
And left all the worker's kids to die.

Jim Carroll