Lay Your Ears Back and Fight

Henry Lawson, 1891

      When you drink of what the poets rave about as "sorrer's cup",
      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' arrers" 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.