PACK UP YOUR TROUBLES IN YOUR OLD KIT BAG
 
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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 sunny smile
Flush or broke, he'll have his little joke
He can't be suppressed
All the other fellows have to grin
When he gets this off his chest.

Chorus: 'Hi, 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.'


Private Perks went a marching into Flanders
With his smile, his funny smile
He was loved by the privates and commanders
For his smile, his sunny smile
When a throng of Germans came along
With a mighty swing
Perks yelled out 'This little bunch is mine
Keep your heads down, boys, and sing.

Chorus:

Private Perks came back from Bosche-shooting
With his smile, his funny smile
Round his home he then set about recruiting
With his smile, his sunny 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,'

Chorus:
 
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Written and composed by George Asaf & Felix Powell - 1915
Performed by Florrie Forde (1876-1940)
 
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