Melody -

Robert W. Service, 1874-1958

If you're up against a bruiser
And you're getting knocked about —
If you're feeling pretty groggy,
And you're licked beyond a doubt —
Don't let him see you're funking,
Let him know with every clout,
Though your face is battered to a pulp,
Your blooming heart is stout;
Just stand upon your pins until
The beggar knocks you out —
       And grin.
This life's a bally battle,
And the same advice holds true
       Of grin.
If you're up against it badly,
Then it's only one on you,
       So grin.
If the future's black as thunder,
Don't let people see you're blue;
Just cultivate a cast-iron smile
Of joy the whole day through;
If they call you "Little Sunshine",
Wish that they'd no troubles, too -
       You may — grin.
Rise up in the morning with
The will that, smooth or rough,
       You'll grin.
Sink to sleep at midnight,
And although you're feeling tough,
       Yet grin.
There's nothing gained by whining,
And you're not that kind of stuff;
You're a fighter from away back,
And you won't take a rebuff;
Your trouble is that you don't know
When you have had enough —
       Don't give in.
If Fate should down you, just get up
And take another cuff;
You may bank on it that there is
No philosophy like bluff,
       And grin.

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