Pack Up Your TroublesMaggiePack 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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