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
cbbuddy@worldnet.att.net
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