Oops, forgot the 2nd verse of the Coastal Command version. It was written by Corporal J. Holdsworth and sung in a fighter station revue in 1940.

Lyr. Add: BLESS 'EM ALL
(Coastal Command verse 2)

A few Q. D. M's and jolly good luck
Brought us back to ond 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 sextant's a man of the Church,
And a bearing's a little steel ball.
If you talk about bomb-sight
They think you're half tight
'Cos bombs ain't got no eyes at all.