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Pack Up Your Troubles In Your Old Kit Bag and Smile, Smile, Smile! - Lyrics
Composer
Powell, Felix
Lyricist
Asaf, George
Publisher
Francis, Day & Hunter
Place of Publication
New York (N.Y.)
Lyrics
Pack Up Your Troubles in Your Old Kit-Bag and Smile, Smile, Smile Verse: 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 surpress’d. All the other fellows have to grin when he gets this off his chest: {Hi!} Refrain: “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: 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!} Refrain Verse: Private Perks he came back from Bosche shooting
Repository
University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Sousa Archives and Center for American Music
Rights
No Copyright - United States
Original Location
Record Series 12/9/96
Series 2, Box 19, Folder 9
Local Identifier
2014_12996_620
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986
Pack Up Your Troubles in Your Old Kit-Bag and Smile, Smile, Smile Verse: 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 surpress’d. All the other fellows have to grin when he gets this off his chest: {Hi!} Refrain: “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: 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!} Refrain Verse: Private Perks he came back from Bosche shooting
Repository
University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Sousa Archives and Center for American Music
Rights
No Copyright - United States
Original Location
Record Series 12/9/96
Series 2, Box 19, Folder 9
Local Identifier
2014_12996_620
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986
Pack Up Your Troubles in Your Old Kit-Bag and Smile, Smile, Smile Verse: 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 surpress’d. All the other fellows have to grin when he gets this off his chest: {Hi!} Refrain: “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: 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!} Refrain Verse: Private Perks he came back from Bosche shooting
Repository
University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Sousa Archives and Center for American Music
Rights
No Copyright - United States
Original Location
Record Series 12/9/96
Series 2, Box 19, Folder 9
Local Identifier
2014_12996_620
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986