The man who quits has a brain and hand, As good
as the next but lacks the sand That would make him
stick with courage stout, To whatever he tackles
and fight it out.
He starts with a rush and a
solemn vow That he'll soon be showing others how;
Then something new catches his roving eye, And his
task is left for the bye-and-bye.
It's up to
each man what will become of him, He must find in
himself the grit and vim That brings success; he
can get any skill, If he takes to the task a steadfast
will.
No man is beaten till he gives in; Hard
luck can't stand for a cheerful grin; The man who
fails needs a better excuse, Than the quitter's whining,
"What's the use?"
For the man who quits lets
his chances slip. Because he's too lazy to keep his
grip. The man who sticks goes ahead with a shout,
While the man who quits joins the, "Down and out."