Pack up Your Troubles in Your Old Kit Bag

Private Perks is a funny little codger

With a smile a funny smile

Five feet none, he's and 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!

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

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 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!

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