I. It's Long Way To Tipperary.
J. Judge - H. Williams
 [bad word] 
    It's a long way to Tipperary,
    It's a long way to go.
    It's a long way to Tipperary
    To the sweetest girl I know!
    Goodbye Piccadilly,
    Farewell Leicester Square!
    It's a long, long way to Tipperary,
    But my heart lies there.
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II.Pack Up Your Troubles In Your Old Kit-Bag.
G. Asaf - F. Powell
 [bad word] 
    Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag
    And smile, smile, smile.
    While you've a lucifer to light your [bad word]     Smile, boys, that's the stile.
    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.   
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Original lyrics of 'Pack Up Your Troubles...':
   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 suppress'd
   All the other fellows have to grin
   When he gets his off his chest. (shout) Hi!
CH: Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag
       And smile, smile, smile.
       While you've a lucifer to light your [bad word]        Smile, boys, that's the stile.
       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.   
 Private Perks went a marching into Flanders
 With his smile, his funny smile
 He was lov'd by the privates [bad word]  For his smile, his funny smile.
 When a throng of Bosches came along
 With a mighty swing
 Perks yell'd out 'This little bunch is mine!
 Keep your heads down, boys and sing.  Hi!
    [bad word] 
 Private Perks, he came back from Bosche shooting
 With his smile, his funny smile
 Round his home then set about [bad word]  With his smile, his funny smile.
 He told all his pals, the short, the tall
 What a time he'd had;
 And each enlisted like a man
 Private Perks said, 'Now my lad'. Hi!