WHEN you drink of what the poets rave about as -sorrer-s cupâ?,
And yer mouth, in spite of laughin-, gits a curve the wrong way up,
Do not whine for help or pity; never cringe at fortunes frown-
Lay yer list-ners back and fight until you fight yer sorrers down!
Though the world on empty pockets is at times a little harsh
And the weights of care are clinging to the ends of your mustarsh,
Never let yer grief boil over; it is nothing to the town-
Lay yer list-ners back and battle till you fight yer sorres down!
When the law of gravitation lays a hand upon yer heart,
An- the -slings an- arrersâ? fetch yer and you feel -em pretty smart,
When you cannot find a billet, and you haven-t half-a-crown-
Lay yer list-ners hack and fight until you fight yer sorrers down!
When the gilt upon the future wears in places very thin,
Look as if there-s nothink crooked, try an- summon up a grin;
There-s a mask that you must always wear the other way about-
Lay yer list-ners back and battle till you knock yer sorrers out.
Lay Your Ears Back And Fight
Henry Lawson
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Poem topics: feel, future, grief, heart, smart, world, crown, town, mouth, wrong, pretty, drink, never, battle, fight, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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