Medley: I. It's a Long Way To Tipperary, II. Pack Up Your Troubles
I. It's A Long Way To Tipperary. J. Judge - H. Williams CHORUS: It's a long way to Tipperary, It's a long way to go. It's a long way to Tipperary To the sweetest girl I know! Goodbye Piccadilly, Farewell Leicester Square! It's a long, long way to Tipperary, But my heart lies there. Re:.
II.Pack Up Your Troubles In Your Old Kit-Bag. G. Asaf - F. Powell CHORUS: 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 stile. 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. Re:.
Original lyrics of 'Pack Up Your Troubles...': 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 suppress'd All the other fellows have to grin When he gets his off his chest. (shout) Hi! CH: 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 stile. 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! CHORUS. Private Perks, he came back from Bosche shooting With his smile, his funny smile Round his home then set about recruiting With his smile, his funny smile. He told all his pals, the short, the tall What a time he'd had; And each enlisted like a man Private Perks said, 'Now my lad'. Hi!