HOME AND PATRIOTIC SONGS
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.
Refrain
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.
Copyright, 1915, by Francis, Day & Hunter Ltd.. Used by permission
1 Nights are growing very lonely,
Days are very long;
I'm agrowing weary only
Listening for your song.
Old remembrances are thronging
Through my memory.
Till it seems the world is full of dreams
Just to call you back to me.
Refrain
There's a long, long trail a winding
Into the land of my dreams,
Where the nightingales are singing
And a white moon beams;
There's a long, long night of waiting
Until my dreams all come true;
Till the day when I'll be going down
That long, long trail with you.
2 All night long I hear you calling,
Calling sweet and low;
Seem to hear your foot steps falling,
Everywhere I go.
Though the road between us stretches
Many a weary mile.
I forget your not with me,
When I think I see you smile.-Ref.
Copyright, 1919, by M. Whitmark and Sons.. Used by permission
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