Private Perks is a funny little codger
With a smile a funny smile.
Five feet none, he's and 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 this off his chest, Hi!
 [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 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.
 
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!
 
Private Perks he came back from Bosche-shooting
With his smile his funny smile.
Round his home he 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 as each enlisted like a man
Private Perks said 'Now my lad,' Hi!