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