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 �Robert W. Service

And though you re unlucky you never are weak; Carry on! Carry on!

Brace up for another attack. It s looking like hell, but -you never can tell

Carry on, old man ! Carry on !

There are some who drift out in the deserts of doubt,

And some who in brutishness wallow; There are others I know who in piety go

Because of a Heaven to follow. But to labour with zest and to give of your best,

For the sweetness and joy of the giving, To help folks along with a hand and a song:

Why, there s the real sunshine of living.

Carry on! Carry on! Fight the good fight and true. Believe in your mission, greet life with a cheer; There s big work to do, and that s why you are here.

Carry on ! Carry on ! Let the world be the better for you ; And at last when you die, let this be your cry: Carry on, my soul! Carry on!

THE COWARD

VE you seen Bill s mug in the Noos to-day? E s gyned the Victoriar Cross, they say ; Little Bill wot would grizzle and run away,

If you it im a swipe on the jawr. E s slaughtered the Kaiser s men in tons ; E s captured one of their quick-fire guns, And e adn t no practice in killin Uns

Afore e went off to the war.

Little Bill wot I missed in is byby clothes; Little Bill wot told me is childish woes; Ow often I ve tidied is pore little nose Wiv the em of me pinnyfore.

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