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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.


 * 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.'-

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,-

Author:George Asaf 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.


 * 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.-

Author:Stoddard King Copyright, 1919, by M. Whitmark and Sons.. Used by permission  18