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 - Nathan Lay

Lyrics by：George Powell

Composed by：George Powell

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

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

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

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

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