Pack Up Your Troubles in an Old Kit Bag
and Smile, Smile, Smile

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Melody - Felix Powell, 1915
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George Asf, 1915

Private Perks is a funny little codger
With a smile, a funny smile
Five feet none, he's an artful little dodger
With a smile, a funny smile.
Flush or broke he'll have his little joke,
He can't be suppress'd.
All the other fellows have to grin
When he gets this off his chest, Hi!
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Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag,
And smile, smile, smile,
While you've a lucifer to light your fag,
Smile, boys, that's the style,
What's the use of worrying?
It never was worth while,
So pack up your troubles in your old kit bag,
And smile, smile, smile.
2. Private Perks went a-marching into Flanders
With his smile, his funny smile.
He was lov'd by the privates and commanders
For his smile, his funny smile.
When a throng of Bosches came along
With a mighty swing,
Perks yell'd out, This little bunch is mine!
Keep your heads down boys and sing, Hi!
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3. Private Perks he came back from Bosche shooting
With his smile, his funny smile.
Round his home he then set about recruiting
With his smile, his funny smile.
He told all his pals, the short, the tall,
What a time he'd had;
And as each enlisted like a man
Private Perks said Now my lad, Hi!
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