| Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
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| And smile, smile, smile
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| While you’ve a lucifer to light your fag
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| Smile boys, that’s the style
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| What’s the use of worrying
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| It never was worth while
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| So, pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
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| And smile, smile, smile!
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| Cause there’s a tavern in the town, in the town
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| And there my true love sits him down, sits him down
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| And then he drinks his wine 'mid all the laughter free
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| And never, never thinks of me
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| Fare thee well, for I must leave thee,
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| Do not let this parting grieve thee,
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| And remember that the best of friends
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| Must part, must part
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| Adieu, adieu, adieu, adieu, kind friend adieu
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| I can no longer stay with you, stay with you
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| And then I’ll hang my harp on the weeping willow tree
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| And may the world go well with thee!
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| It’s a long way to Tipperary
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| It’s a long way to go
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| It’s a long way to Tipperary
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| To the sweetest girl I know
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| Goodbye Piccadilly
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| Farewell Leicester Square
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| It’s a long long way to Tipperary
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| But my heart’s right there!
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| So it’s goodbye Dolly I must leave you, though it breaks my heart to go
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| Something tells me I am needed at the front to fight the foe
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| See the soldier boys are marching and I can no longer stay
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| Hark, I hear the bugle calling
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| Goodbye Dolly Gray!
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| Roll out the barrel, we’ll have a barrel of fun
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| Roll out the barrel, we’ve got the blues on the run
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| Zing boom tararrel, ring out a song of good cheer
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| Now’s the time to roll the barrel, for the gang’s all here
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| Roll out the barrel, we’ll have a barrel of fun
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| Roll out the barrel, we’ve got the blues on the run
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| Zing boom tararrel, ring out a song of good cheer
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| Now’s the time to roll the barrel, for the gang’s all here! |