When you're lost in the wild,and you're scared as a child,
And death looks you bang in the eye,
And you're sore as a boil.it's according to Hoyle
To cock your revolver and .....Die.
But the Code of a Man says:"Fight all you can,"
And self-dissolution is barred.
In hunger and woe,oh,it's easy to blow.....
It's the hell-served-for-breakfast thats hard.
"You're sick of the race!"Well,now,that's a shame.
You're young and you're brave and you're bright.
"you've had a raw deal!"I know - but don't squeal,
Buck up, do your damnedest and fight.
It's the plugging away that will win you the day,
So don't be a piker,old pard!
Just draw on your grit;it's so easy to quit;
It's the keeping -your- chin- up that's hard.
It's easy to cry that your beaten - and die;
It's easy to crawfish and crawl;
But to fight and to fight when hope's out of site-
Why,that's the best game of all!
And though you come out of each gruelling bout,
All broken and beaten and scarred,
Just have one more-try - It's dead easy to die
It's the keeping-on-living that's hard