Pack Up Your Troubles

Maggie



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 doesn't seem worthwhile

So pack up you troubles in your old kit bag

And smile, smile, smile.



(For the young, a lucifer was a match, a fag was a cigarette)



Buddy Howard

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