Pack Up Your Troubles In Your Old Kit Bag (And Smile, Smile, Smile) Oscar Seagle (Ft. Columbia Stellar Quartette)

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[Verse 1]
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 suppressed
All the other fellows have to grin
When he gets this off his chest

[Chorus]
Hey!
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 worthwhile, so
Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag
And smile, smile, smile

[Verse 2]
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 funny 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!"

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