This text comes from The Army and Navy Hymnal, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
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1 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 suppressed.
All the other fellows have to grin
When he gets this off his chest.
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 worth while,—so
Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag,
And smile, smile, smile.
2 Private Perks went a marching into Flanders
With his smile—his funny smile.
He was loved by the privates and commanders
For his smile—his funny smile.
When a throng of Bosches came along
With a mighty swing,
Perks yelled out, 'This little bunch is mine!
Keep your hands down, boys and sing.'-Ref.
3 Private Perks he came back from Bosch-e shooting
With his smile—his funny smile.
Round his home he 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 as each enlisted like a man
Private Perks said now my lad,-Ref.