There isn’t much punch in your blow,
You’re glaring, staring and hitting out blind;
You’re muddy and bloody, but never mind
Carry On! Carry On!
You haven’t the ghost of a show
It’s looking like death, but while you’ve a breath
Carry On! Carry On!
And so in the strife of the battle of life
It’s easy to fight when you’re winning;
It’s easy to slave, and starve and be brave
When the dawn of success is beginning.
But the man who can meet despair and defeat
With a cheer, there’s a man of God’s choosing;
The man who can fight to heaven’s own height
Is the man who can fight when he’s losing
Carry On! Carry On!
Things never were looming so black
But show that you haven’t a cowardly streak,
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
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’re 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! Carry On!